She stormed across the threshold without looking back. A freezing wind hit her immediately and fat drops of rain splattered her skin. The storm clouds...had re-grouped during her absence, and thunder flexed its vocal chords menacingly. As she bowed her head to descend the steps, the wind caught the doors behind her, slamming them shut with a crack to rival the thunder. There was no going back. She picked her way down the steps, buffeted by the wind and hampered by the darkness. The moon was. I harvested his moments of intense exquisite sensations as if they were my own and merged them with my even more intense orgasmic sensations. Our combined sensations evolved into the unnamed emotion that wiped out our normal senses, allowing us to feel only rapture so piercing and intense and pleasurable that all other awareness of our existence melted away. Fantastic!He left the realm of orgasmic emotion first, leaving me behind. I didn't want to be alone; I wanted to be with him, so I pushed. This did not mean they were partners in the romantic sense, it was the social thing at the time, women who were not asked to dance, would occasionally dance together. She started noting small things, like where they placed their hands, and how close together they were as the danced. In between dances did they hold hands together or perhaps have an arm around each other? She was looking for clues that might suggest a more intimate relationship. Dancing with men and her boyfriend during waltzes. He was wearing shoes, jeans and a T-shirt, his hair was it's usual messy but somehow stylish.“Oh…alcohol” I said, noticing the pint of beer he had in his hand.I went in, the place was full of people from my year in school, I didn’t realize there were this many.I went into the kitchen where all the alcohol was and got myself a vodka and red bull.The night was good, the music was blasting, everyone was up dancing, people making out in the corners.I was starting to feel the effects of the vodka.