Until recently I had never told anyone what occurred over 30 years ago, before I was married, even before I met my husband.
I was 24 years old, and did not have serious boy friend at the time. Back then I wore my dark brown hair just at my shoulders, and had a curvy figure at 130 pounds, 5 feet 4, with a 38 D chest and a plumb butt that I named my aunt B.
I worked are a secretary in a city in the LA area and lived with two other girls. On occasion, we would go out to have drinks and dance. Locally, one restaurant bar chain was the Red Onion, which was a favorite if ours.
One night we loaded up and headed to a Red Onion close to where we lived. Being short, and the late 80s, I normally wore heels, and of course a shirt skirt and low top.
During the course of the night, I started talking with this guy who was blond, tall and had my attention. Gary was with his friends and I ended up doing some shots with all of them.
When my girl friends left, I stayed to dance and spend time with this group of guys.
Gary offered to drive me home, and then asked if I would like to go this his apartment with them to hot tub. At the apartment, I found myself with him and his roommate Robert.
