Sarita raised her hand a third time. “The kind of parties that happen out here almost always have a sexual component to them. I’ve never been to o...e at this house, but I assume the pillory is there because someone specifically wants to be put in the pillory ... during a sex party.”“Oh. Uh ... wow,” Althea managed to answer before words evaded her entirely.It was much later that night and she was still at the party house when Althea finally got to talk to Julie again. Her cell phone was buried. Inside, it was a little tacky…the seats weren’t coated with leather, but with some sort of slick vinyl. Still, H-Dawg wouldn’t mind that, the car itself would be worth the money. He could use seats from another car. She noticed, with a measure of distaste, that the owner had replaced the standard gear shift with one of his own–a stylized representation of a man’s penis. Probably some rich guy’s pussy magnet, she thought as she pulled off the driveshaft cover, feeling underneath for the ignition. She’s currently dating the most popular guy in our school. He’s a football jock. They met each other freshman year. She and I have known each other since childhood. She always ignored me. She always placed herself above me. My presence was only acknowledged by her when she needed me to do assignments and class projects for her. Her name is Clara. She’s tall and slim with light blonde hair and blue eyes. Her boyfriend Ryan, the football playing quarterback, had brown hair and grey eyes. He. I was told not to tell her and then wait a half-hour before following her to the clearing out in the woods where the kids always met.There was drinking, there was music, and there was a big bonfire. I paid the girl five dollars for my plastic cup. That bought me all of the beer that I could drink before the keg ran out.One of the boys told me that there was a girl over on the couch that was letting everyone fuck her. I looked over to where he had pointed and saw the couch but it was turned.