Minor Corruption. Confession #172

We were outside on the patio when they came over. We had met the two girls at our next-door-neighbor's* party the night before. They were cool, and they thought we were cool.

The girls, Hubby, me and the two neighbor guys were nursing slight late-party-hangovers with Bloody Mary's and beer. The mood was light and a little silly. There were some sexual undertones flitting about the energetic fields between us all, but nothing too overt. Just playful banter, really.

But, at one point, one of the girls dragged neighbor boy out the door. She wanted to get fucked. So, fuck her he did, and apparently quite well because she was beaming when they came back over a little bit later.

And, I can't quite remember when exactly the information that these two girls were underage (18 and 19, respectively - yes, it was the 18 year old who got laid) came to my attention. But, yes, it was after they'd each had a few beers, and yes, it was after the one took my neighbor's hand and led him off, and, yes, it was after I made some suggestive comments about the other girl hooking up with my husband. 

Yes, it was after all of those things.

And so after they left, I wept. I wept for their mothers, who were probably clueless as to what they were doing that Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. I wept for myself, who was already fairly slutty when I was their age, although I never hung out with much older men. But, mostly I wept for my daughter, who is 8 years old and closer to the ages of those two girls than they are to mine. 

And, after my bawl-fest was finished, I realized I was taught two valuable lessons ~

1. Keep my daughter under strict surveillance until she is thirty.

2. Check all ID's at the door.

And, yes. You can mark those words.

*disclaimer - my neighbor's are in their mid-20's