“Um….Blake? I’m not so sure about this…” I said uneasily.

“Oh, come on, babe, you’ll have fun.” he replied. A pungent smell wafted to my nose. Punch.

“Really, Blake. I don’t want to dance anymore.”

“C’mon.” Blake placed his hand on the small of my back and slid it slowly down to my butt.

“No!” I slid from his grasp and darted out the room. And to my amazement, I ran into…...........Andy.

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