Losing Control - Part 8
I disgrace myself in front of Alice's visitors, and pay a heavy price.
Sunday was a quiet day, a day when I got to relax. The weather was still good, so at lunchtime Helen cooked a BBQ for the three of us. Helen was drinking Prosecco and Alice was keen to have some, which is perfectly legal in the UK for someone aged eighteen. “OK,” decided Helen, “but only one glass.” “Can Julie have some as well?” enquired Alice, which I thought was nice of her. But Helen answered, “No, of course not! What...
