The year was 1972. I was 17. Sex was safe and recreational. All was right with the world. I was a freshman nursing student, and away from home for the first time in my life. Sex was something I was just beginning to experience, having lost my virginity the night before my senior prom.
Sheri decided she needed to throw a singles party. She called her friend Candy, and they set it up. They must have invited 100 people. Only about a dozen guys showed up, as none of the girls they had invited would come. All the girls knew how Sheri and Candy were around guys and decided
“Oh come on Phyllis, it’ll be fun,” Brenda pleaded, “you’re always saying how you never get a chance to meet anyone and I can guarantee you that the place will be loaded with a lot of guys!!!” Phyllis looked doubtfully at her room mate and replied, “I don’t know, Freddy has some pretty weird friends,
Gil sat down on the edge of the large king size bed and while pulling on his socks yelled out to his wife who was still in the bathroom, “Hey, babe, ya better step on it, we’re due at the Martin’s in twenty minutes!!!” He waited for a few seconds, listening for her response, but
