2 of the guys left early around 11 p.m. because they had work in the morning. Leaving Veronica, Brad, Tyrone, and myself. Tyrone had the most to drink...that night and violated the alcoholics sacred hymn of "Beer before liquor never sicker, Liquor before beer your in the clear," and it was some harsh central american liquor too...Quazelteca especial or something. He ended up vomiting and passing out on one of the couches. Veronica, Brad and me are the only ones left awake, it's late, she's drunk,. I ought to call the police!" N-no!" I said, alarmed. "Look, Mrs. Ragn—I mean, Fiona, look there's no... we don't need to call the police, right? Look, you're okay, you're sitting up and everything!" How dare you?" she said. "You drive like a damn maniac all over the neighbourhood and now that you hit me with your car, you want me to just pretend that's okay?" Not at all," I said. "I just mean, there's no need to call the cops, okay? We can... like, let me make it up to you, how 'bout that? I. The atmosphere seems to be half way between that of a wild party, and a B&D orgy. The air is hot. I am unsure of the time, it was just after midnight when we arrived, so it is probably somewhere about 2:00 in the morning now. The crowd does not seem like they are ready to retire. We move back to the dance floor. Your face is flushed, I assume it is a combination of excitement and heat, I am sure that you are sweating inside the strict confines of the latex. A lady walks past. " I thought about my breasts on the way back to school. When I look at myself in the mirror they look big and soft and and round, nicely shaped and smooth. Would Bobby like them when he saw me naked? They do sag a little; and you know, like any woman, once I am com- pletely undressed I feel a little exposed. They are certainly big enough and enough men have complimented me on how good they feel that I felt pretty secure that he would enjoy touching them. And I would probably be his first woman,.