"Hey Walt, can't sleep?" She said. "No, I thought a beer might help." I replied. She only had a t shirt that was barley long enough to cover her ass. ...Her pert tities were standing proud with nipples poking thru the shirt. Abby got a beer from the fridge and we drank and talked for a few minutes. Then she finished and went to the trash can. When she tossed the can in her shirt lifted enough to show her bare ass. She went to bed as did I with the thought of Abby's bare ass. That was not the last. She said no, but I insisted. Then we both had some drinks together.She wanted vodka but I ordered wine.Then we had dinner together. While going home, her voice was not stable, maybe due to drinks. She started talking more also. I understood, wine ka nasha hoga. Then when I dropped her near her home, she was not able to walk properly. Then I went with her to drop her to her flat. She said, I think you have given me more drinks, I am little shaky now. I said, don’t worry.I will wait here some. I was in my frock with all the undergarments and my corset. But I lowered myself from the roof to the porch roof and from the porch roof to the ground. I avoided the windows and managed to bring a lantern with the lowest flame. I walked in the general direction of the shed. Even the night was warm. The breeze seemed to blow from an oven. I heard the late summer bugs and every now and again, I turned up my lantern a bit to get my bearings. In ten minutes I found the overgrown bramble of the. It seemed to take ages - her fingers appeared too thick for the process. She wondered what had so shaken her. Was it the thought of Junior watching her in the shower, or the sight of him stripping in the next room? They were just good friends, she reminded herself, and she was being silly and schoolgirlish.He appeared, presently, freshly scrubbed and still faintly steaming from the shower. He'd thrown his old clothes back on - as only teenagers would think of doing - and announced he'd take.