The only thing we had not done was sex and here I was broken up and single.It was Aditi’s 21st bday and we were all partying at Rush, a new club bac... then in Mumbai. I was 21 with raging hormones, a decent height of 5.4 and figure of 34 29 32.Was in my crop top and skirt showing a lot of my skin and dancing. Was openly flirting with the boys as I was now single after a 2-year relationship. We drank a lot, danced a lot.The after party was at Vishaals house as his parents were not in town.. “What's up Matthew---you ain't gonna get all pissy now just cause we had some fun last night are you”? Spoke my dad first. “Ya Matthew—we was just havin some fun” came in Mark next. I took a couple of sips from my coffee, and staring at them replied “you fucking tied me up---you assaulted my ass with no mercy, YOU MADE ME B L E E D—and fucking left me there” Still grinning at their conquest, I slammed my coffee mug down on the counter. Then turning, walked down the hallway to mom and dad's. Many of our fellow travelers fell asleep. We didn't. We were holding hands, and talking quietly. At about San Clemente, he let go of my hand, and put his arm around me. I leaned over, and kissed him. It was a different kiss than the friendly pecks we'd been exchanging. This kiss took me back nearly 60 years. We cuddled the rest of the way home.He walked me to my car. We exchanged a chaste kiss, and I was on my way home. I had pangs of guilt as I drove. What I had done felt wrong. What I wanted. Ole man Thompson was ringleader of the bunch, so he wuz the one what spoke first, "Johnny, ya've shown yerself ta be a good fighter an' a strong leader, so we want ya ta lead the Henryville militia." Asa, I can't do that. I ain't never had no military training. Shore, I kin fight on my lonesome, but I ain't no leader of men. Ya need some man with military experience, like Ezra Horn, fer instance." We done asked Ezra, an' he begged off, sayin' that ya wuz a hell of a lot better leader, an' he.