The idea of a drunken one-night fling did not make me very enthusiastic (also, my Emma would have ripped my bollocks off). However, at one of the bigg...est blowouts of the year, this was all going to change. It was a blistering summer's night I was wearing cargo shorts and a very tight white polo shirt (not chosen by me). Tight, only because I was more of an accessory than a boyfriend, and this shirt, well you can imagine how it made me look... Fairly sexy. The party was in full swing and horny. Maybe a little creepy, too, but after hearing Don’s description of how scared she was, I guess I can’t blame her. It sounds awful. “Alright, um, don’t worry about it, I guess.”A tentative upwards curve of the other girl’s lips as she chewed was the only reply.“We’ve kind of jumped around a lot,” Alaina said as she watched the other girl enjoy the hasty salad she’d thrown together as though it actually was the best meal she’d had all year. “Um ... Would you mind telling me everything? Like, all. Finally I saw the scarf hanging over the spindle of the dressing mirror and grabbed it sliding it into my pocket so it was at the ready when I needed it.The music was awful, Britney Spears howling about how she had done it again, the girls singing in the shower not much better as I found my place beside the door and slipped my hood off and brushed my hair out of the way. I was going to make sure she wouldn't see me and I wanted to breath a little easier while I waited for the moment that I knew. Armand stepped forward and grasped her skirt, raising it and getting a flash of pink cotton before Sharon instinctively raised her arm to contest the move.'Big mistake, ' Sharon realized as the vise closed on her forearm. In a moment, the grip shifted, and she was in a hammerlock, unable to resist his superior strength."Unzip me," Armand directed."Armand..." But the pressure went on, and Sharon knew defeat. Soon, she was clumsily working at his trouser fastenings with her left hand. Habit told.