There were a lot of possibilities, but I doubted there would be any outcomes to my liking. I knew I had a lot of time to contemplate the options, as K...aty was famous for taking long showers.I was at least hoping she would come back downstairs feeling refreshed and perhaps a bit more relaxed, and maybe she would be up for a night cap. She did enjoy her booze after all, just like her Uncle Billy. That depended on if she was still even talking to me by then. Ever the optimist, I felt like I had to. ”“Whoa, whoa, whoa… thought you were straight, sis,” Gracie started. “Was she hot?”“Hell, I thought so too. First time, I was drunk, it was the bartender at the Roadrunner here on campus. Her name is Jezebel. She was nice. Pretty too. She gives good advice. I think she was checking me out. Second time was my friend on campus. She’s… something. We roomed together freshman year. Southern belle with an athletic figure, bubbly…”“Were you two drunk?” Gracie said.“She’s more of a lightweight. Ha. I. Probably not though. Was Jan better at love making than I am?" Absolutely not! Different, but not better." How much different?" It's hard to describe. A lot of different stuff was running through my mind. The pot altered my thinking some and Jan told me some hot stories, so I was wired. But after seeing you in the middle of a daisy chain, I had thoughts of getting even. Then came the guilt feelings of my complicity, and a weird combination of emotions. The love making with Jan was violent and. . it didn't take very long to feel the effects as I'm a light weight but luckily I did otherwise I fear I may have shied away from the idea. At about 10 pm the first man arrived, about a 6ft tall fat black man to be quite honest I was repulsed by the man but was so curious what he could do, we chatted a while and waited for more guests. It wasn't until almost midnight did 7 of the 15 guys show up that we got started. I can't explain the gut feeling I had that moment, it was a feeling of fear,.