“Did you fuck it up royally? It was my 18th birthday – my buddies brought me out celebrate: strip clubs, gambling, and of course some fake IDs so we could get boozed up. “Fuck, come on. And there it went. I took a chance and slid a palm down her crack, my other hand still massaging her ass. And that was the entire evening in a nut shell. There were a few girls I had had sexual flings with, but nothing too serious. Sad? The muffled chorus of “The Bad Touch” filtered its way out of the building, giving a hint of irony to the situation. Whatever you wanted to call it, it was there thick as ever. I never felt it with her either though, so I wasn’t too put off. Cassie was always out somewhere, and even managed to get a weekend job at a nearby restaurant.
