He pulled me out of the stifling, smoky club and into the alleyway. The fresh air hit me like a tonne of bricks and nearly sent me reeling. Suddenly I felt much drunker than I was. He pressed his mouth to mine and I yielded to it, enjoying his soft wet lips against mine. His hand went to my thigh and was about to slip his hand under my skirt but I pulled him away and pushed him off me.

"Whaa?" He trailed.

"Not here. And we can't go back to mine because my parents are in."

He nodded. He didn't seem to understand what I was saying and then his eyes widened and he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the road.

It wasn't that late…only about midnight. There were still a lot of people going about…mostly youths making their way to the pubs and clubs of Inverness.

I followed him, though I didn't know where he was taking me. We stopped in front of a 24-hour garage and he told me to wait while he went inside. Within 5 minutes he was out again carrying a bag wrapped to the shape of a bottle and we went to the taxi rank.

I was still clueless as to where we were going but I followed him nonetheless into a taxi and we made our way out of the town of Inverness about 3 miles off and we got out to complete silence.

He had hardly spoken to me in the taxi but that was ok. He was too drunk to even talk. We had been with a group of friends and had been drinking heavily since about five that evening. Five hours later and we were both totally gone with it.

He started walking up the small hill where we were. I was about to follow him but stopped to take off the high heel shoes I had on. Much easier to walk bare footed in the grass than with three-inch stilettos. I caught up with him and we made our way to the top, which housed a set of stones, rather like Stonehenge but much smaller in comparison. It was called Craig Na Dun, I had been here several times with friends and parents, but I had known it was a particularly good spot for people to coming along and getting some privacy…

He handed me the bottle and went off behind a stone to relieve himself and I opened the bottle of cheap cider and took a large gulp, enjoying the wet liquid as it ran down my throat. It probably wasn't the best thing to do especially after all the shots of alcohol and various other spirits I had been drinking. I was going to be completely wrecked in the morning. Oh well I thought, you only live once and it wasn't as though it was a regular thing. And thank goodness I didn't have to work the next day.

I took some more noticing I had taken about a quarter of it; I could feel the effects coming back on. I could hardly stand up straight and I suddenly sat down knowing my legs couldn't take much more of holding the rest of my drunken body up.

I opened my bag and took out the condom and shouted, "Will you hurry up? What are you doing? Pissing the whole Loch Ness…" The cider and the rest of the alcohol seemed to be finally catching up with my brain and making me burst out laughing at my statement.

He started laughing too; I could hear his deep voice snigger in the moonlight. I managed to pull myself up and started staggering over to where he was. I took another drink of the cider and replaced the top and nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a loud buzzing noise.

I must have screamed for I heard him asking, "What's wrong?" in an anxious voice. My head was spinning with the noise and I couldn't find the words to tell him about it. I shut my eyes trying to get rid of it or to calm myself. And then I opened it and the place was spinning. I tumbled to the ground but managed to keep hold of the bottle, shoes and bag as I fell. The noise got louder and louder and I knew I was about to lose consciousness. The world was a black mass of nothing but I could still hear the buzzing noise.

And then everything went blank altogether.