January, 2003 on a cold Sunday morning found my apartment occupied by myself, Marie, Shelly and Greg. We'd gone to a concert the night before, and ended up at my place seeing how we could play with our orifices.
I'd had Sambuca for the first time, and it had thoroughly messed with me enough that when Greg entered me, as he often did nowadays, I had actually just joked a bit about it. Laughing at the fact that we'd assumed this whole situation...it didn't happen a great deal, in fact I could count on one hand the number of times we'd all gotten together.