In all honesty, it was the "quiet season" now and I had time to catch my breath a little. 'Stuff it!' I thought to myself. 'Time for some fun!'I haile...d the first cab heading in the right direction and jumped in.'Well,' I said to Jorge whilst holding the door open, 'I'm heading home. It's up to you where you wake up.'He took the hint and hopped in beside me. I gave the cabbie my address and turned to Jorg with a cheshire grin.'So...'I'm not sure what I was going to say, but there was no hope of. There was no hurry, I had all night, so I waited until the burning died down before I took a second, smaller sip. It went down a lot more easily.As I continued to sip the whiskey, it started to rain. As it soaked through my clothing, chilling me, the whiskey kept me warm from inside. It occurred to me that if the whiskey and the river didn’t kill me, perhaps I’d die of pneumonia. I giggled at the thought, then took another sip.I was perhaps halfway down the first bottle when I realised I wasn’t. She began to unbutton his shirt. “Make it a fast one and no jerking off like you’ve done before. I have plans for several of your cums at the Haywards.”“What about Dad?”“What about him? I know he’s having his own fun at Borden. Why can’t I have my fun here too?”“You like him, don’t you.”“Like whom?” she tried not to smile.“You know perfectly well who, Mr. Hayward and I’d say it’s more like you’re in love with him.”“Whatever gave you that impression?” she asked, attempting to hide her. When she emerged from the bathroom ready to go, I couldn’t help but take her all in.She was wearing a green peasant top and a shiny black tulip skirt that came just about 1/3 of the way down her thigh. Her shiny white pumps accentuated her long, luscious legs. She was going to be the center of attention at this party. I was sure of it. Was I going to be up to the challenge of being the guy on her arm?When we got the party, my suspicions were confirmed. Every guy in the place was ogling her from.