The party was in the phase where only the hardcore are still left drinking and playing cards. Stacey was wearing a tank top with a plunging neckline, her hair was 80’s perm big and dirty blond, and those innocent doe eyes looking at me from across the table started to have an effect. XXX I was drinking right along with everyone else this was 1989 small town, and was feeling a good buzz going. Needless to say we did not kiss nor hug each other good night I swear she curtsied and I bowed good night in innocent Lady and Gentlemen fashion. As my agile fingers reached their target, something was amiss, I felt left then right but where were the hooks?
