And so, I went to Calico's, like I had planned earlier in the week. There, I met with this girl I met almost a year ago. She had brought along a girlfriend; we left from there and went to another place, Iguana. New York, it is packed with strangers every single day of the week, but for a Friday Night, I think it was a bit slow. Nonetheless, we made the most of it. In the basement, a dark dance floor surrounding a bar at the center. I danced a little bit with one and then the other, and then the three of us, and I took the middle part. I grabbed by the belt, with half my hand down the crack of her ass like the most natural thing there is to pull her against me. Of course, no malice intended, I needed to grab her almost as if I was forcing myself unto her. Everyone else's looks were stunned, looking over, buying me drinks. I got so wasted. The girl's friend and me, we got along fine, but the other girl wanted to secure her investment. After all, she had met me almost a year ago. Who knows? I had held her in my arms, kissed her, slide my hand in between her legs, feel her cunt, draw the surface of her hips, grab her ass, go up her back, massage her neck, pull her hair, kiss her lips. But I'd cut off without a reason, dance with her friend, go over to the bar, pull her away from other suitors, and she'd love it. Of course, not out of jealousy, just pure fun. With one girl I got physical and the other I talked with, and, of course, eventually got physical too. It was fun, really.