I can't even think of that shit anymore with how much we drank it growing up. When I showed up she wasn't home yet. I was bummed but somewhat relieved...that I could spend some time with Cache without him thinking I was after her. We played some video games and had a drink or two as we played. A couple of hours went by when finally I heard the front door open. It was Cami. She walked past the office and stopped when she saw me, a smile immediately growing on her face. “Hey Douchebag” She jabbed. They'd all agreed to participate, after I'd given them a lengthy explanation of what I was planning and why.I'd lured my teammates here without explaining what it was for, merely hinting that they'd be glad they came. Between my criterion of "non-virgins only," and telling them not to come if they already had a girlfriend who they couldn't risk making jealous, they couldn't get here fast enough. They all arrived early and excited, putting my judgments of their maturites into doubt.They were. Before I could even think about it I’m speaking, “Mother, if you allow me to be a good son, I will take this wretch and get her cleaned and dressed properly so she does not ruin your grace with her appearance.”“Oh, that’s my special boy, always worried about his mother. That would be wonderful dear; I would love not to have to take control for once. I love you son.” “I love you too mother.” As I say this I look down at her, and I know that my words hurt her and any minute those tears are going. Barb had already ordered another round and they arrived before I couldget half done my first drink. "Come on drink up, it's soon time to getthis party started!" she said with a smile.I asked where her friends went and she mentioned that only one of themwas here and that we're going to meet them at another place. So wefinished up the two drinks we had and headed to the car, by this time Iwas feeling totally tipsy. We started off to another place and I hadabsolutely no clue where we were, it.