The blankets had slipped down toward my waist, I didn’t notice when.But now something is different. I am no longer leaning—half sitting, half recl...ining—against my pillows. I feel the firm, warm contact of skin-on-skin. I am leaning back against a familiar chest. A man’s chest. Ben’s chest. I can’t see him of course, but I know these sensations well. I feel his thick, strong, slightly hairy arms wrap around me, embracing me from behind in a delicious bear hug. Instinctively, I relax and melt. Not drunk enough to the point I'm ready to puke but the room is beginning to spin, so I know when to say when. Then I distinctly remember what I knew was going to happen. Tiffany shouted across the room, "Hey Chrissy...why don't you come over here and play cards with us?" Then I heard Tiffany distinctly say to someone at the table "...can if she wants, shut the fuck up". I knew what would happen if I didnt get up and go over there, so I did. Tiffany quickly grabbed me a drink and I sat next to. Cumming was already blowing hard on a her security whistle, when Tabitha realized that she was about to be surrounded by men and she would be helpless. This only made her cramps worse but there wasn't much she could do. And she couldn't understand where this constant pain was coming from.Tabitha had managed to gain her feet by the time the two guards and orderlies arrived. Tabitha shrieked at the top of her lungs, repeatedly, to keep them away. All the while her stomach was cramping in pain she. My attempt at conversation was met with a cold shoulder. I went to the bathroom. While in there I heard a loud slamming of the door. When I came out there was no Z. A search around the house led to her bedroom. There on the bed were the slacks, blouse and shoes she had been wearing. A quick look at her closet showed that the new out fit and shoes where missing. It was obvious that she stormed out of the house and I had a good suspicion as to where she went. I hopped in my car and.