-She was comforted, dry, with a hot water bottle in her feet, someone clucking over her ‘poor darling, just a little rest and some nourishment…fou...nd her at the gates, half dead…’- -She was hot, so hot, feverish and restlessly moving under the covers. she called for the only person she knew would come ‘Jack…’ only to be answered by a matronly, ‘There, there child, everything will be all right, you’re in safe hands’ and a cool hand soothed her fevered brow, and then she remembered, she would. "Nasty stuff. I understand it's better on ice, and sipped slowly."Lenore nodded, fascinated."So, the whiskey burned my throat. And I got drunk. And when he complained about never being kissed, it was just so easy to kiss my uncle, you know?" Not giving Lenore a chance to respond, she continued. "One thing led to another, as it will, and there I was, losing my virginity. It didn't last real long, and I don't think either of us broke a sweat." She looked directly at Lenore. "It wasn't real good. He had been going on about it for ages, how she made advances towards him all the time, any time they were in the same room she always seemed to be dressed provocatively, how she’d linger if they touched, how she’d smile at him and lick her lips in a seductive manner.I had told him he was dreaming, a sixteen year old wouldn’t show interest in a forty year old man, let alone Joe. However the idea had lead to some amazing sex between us, the fantasy of him making love to her and not me seemed to. He started to run his fingers gently between my cleavage as I rubbed the velvet between his legs. As I was talking, Roz moved my hand higher up her thigh. The nylon of her tights felt different, different to the velvet of his jeans but equally as erotic. I continued to caress her thigh as she moved closer and began to kiss my neck. Her breath was warm, her breathing hard, she’d not just come over to taste my Bolognese!!! I suggested we go upstairs, we get out the oil and I rub his back. Maybe.