What if I had been in a group of 8 or 10? I was taking huge gulps of beer so I could down at least two. Some time had passed and he was a lightweight. We shared awkward embraces and kisses before my friend rumbled back down the stairs. But I understood the stakes. Plus, I'd convinced him to crack one of the wine cellar bottles open.
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What if we had been violent men?
I also couldn't get the condom on for shit. I made a move toward the stairs. I don't reserve the belief that she couldn't have wanted what happened that night. I knew they had been friends since they were six years old.