THE FIRST TIME

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO - NEW YEAR'S DAY

"All is quiet on New Year's Day

A world in white gets underway

I want to be with you, be with you, night and day

Nothing changes on New Year's Day"

U2 (From the album "War" (1983))

To Pacey, New Year's Eve had never meant that much to him. Why people felt the need to celebrate the changing of one calendar year to the next by getting plastered out of their minds was something that he'd always had trouble wrapping his head around, because what was the big deal, really? It didn't mean that anything changed, just that everyone could celebrate that another year had passed by on their way to the grave and even if this was one of the big ones, in that it also meant the turn of a millennium, he hadn't wanted to make a big deal about it at all and had at first planned on boycotting the whole hurrah for an evening of lounging out in front of the TV. As it happened however, he ended up getting persuaded by Abby and Jack to come to a rowdy party with them, and when his beloved girlfriend made it clear that she wanted to go to it too (for once), he almost felt like it was his obligation to at least make sure that she made it safely into the new year.

The party in question was scheduled to take place at Chris Wolfe's parents' house and before they went there, he'd made plans to meet up with Abby, Joey, Jen and Jack down by the old boat shack that Abby is years past had used as a getaway from her mom's outbursts of rage, to (as Abby had put it) get themselves in right mindset for what was to come later that evening. With the help of an ample amount of alcohol, it almost goes without saying.

"Where did you score this lovely bottle?" he asked Andie, whom he hadn't expected to come and had surprised all of them when she'd brought a bottle of cheap Vodka with her, to be mixed with either pineapple or orange juice, that Abby and Jen had bought on their way down there at the only convenience store in town that hadn't closed early that day, along with some cheap plastic cups for them to drink from.

"I have my ways" she cryptically answered him, with it at the same time being made clear that no further questions on the subject needed to be asked.

"I couldn't care less, as long as it can get me good and plastered!" Abby dryly stated, before downing half a cup of her drink and letting out a small cough afterwards at how strong it was.

"Is someone missing their special someone?" Jack cheekily asked her, before taking a sip of his own cup that was far more in moderation than how Abby was drinking it.

"Far more than I'd like to admit" Abby confessed to him. "Plus, I just got word yesterday that my mom has been granted an early release from prison".

"And I take it that you aren't too thrilled with this?" Jen asked Abby, who shook her pretty little head.

"Everything has been going great for me, while she's been away. Now, I don't know what will happen" Abby answered, and it was clear from the look on face that it worried her to no end.

"Isn't Dawson and Nikki coming tonight?" Jack asked the rest of them, if nothing else to change the subject to one that Abby would find less depressing.

"Big parties has never been Dawson's kind of scene" Pacey informed his friends. "From what he told me, him and Nikki will be holding a movie night in his room".

"Dawson will be Dawson, I guess!" Joey added to the conversation, before they toasted on their drinks that were flowing down a lot easier than some lukewarm beers would have and with there being a hard chill in the air, drinking hard alcohol also gave Pacey and the others a warm feeling in their bellies that in this situation proved to be quite useful.

After around an hour and a half, they'd finished the bottle between them and were all feeling the bountiful effects of it, as they made their way over to Chris Wolfe's house.

After a couple of pleasant days celebrating Christmas with her "Extended Family", Abby had been in the best mood that she'd been in, ever since she'd kissed Mellissa goodbye on the 22nd, but the news of her mom's early release had her reeling in more ways than one, and it had led her to being in an almost constant foul mood ever since. For this reason more than anything, she felt an inner need to blow some steam off and an evening of wild partying sounded to her like it was just what the doctor ordered. Of course, she wished that she could have the girl that she loved there with her, still she had to admit that there was something to the old saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and having been without the girl that she was crazy about beyond belief only made her long for her like she'd rarely longed for anything before. More than anything, she longed for lying nude in bed with her, while they pleasured one another in such erotic and pleasurable ways that the boys in her life could never even begin to understand it.

She'd never tasted hard alcohol before this evening and if she had to be honest, she wasn't all that fond of the taste of it, but one thing that she couldn't deny was that it was putting her in the mood to party, like she only rarely felt it when she was sober. As it turned out, the party at "Jen's almost boyfriend's" house was clearly one for the ages, with the extra bonus of a handful of out-of-towners also attending it that she hadn't seen before. One of them, an extremely pretty brunette around her own age, who had shoulder long hair and was dressed in a short and tight-fitting red dress that only did very little to hide her luscious, feminine features, had been sending her "Do Me" eyes practically from the first moment that they'd first made eye contact. If Abby had to be honest, she would be more than willing to do all kinds of erotic things to this (admittedly ultra-hot) girl, if she didn't already have the girlfriend of her dreams, who would wind up getting all kinds of hurt as a result of it.

"It looks like you have a not so secret admirer" Jen slyly remarked to her, while they were taking a break from dancing and enjoying a cup of chilled beer in the classic red cups that always seemed to be a regular feature at parties like this one.

"I don't care" she tried telling Jen, who didn't seem like she was entirely buying it.

"Come on, Abby! If that smoking hot girl was lying as nature made her in your bed and asking you with begging eyes if you would make sweet love to her right then and there, could you really bring yourself to say no to her? I don't think that you could!" Jen dryly remarked, and for as little as Abby wanted to admit it, she had to concede that it would have been extremely hard to say no to such a proposal, should the occasion arise.

"I've never cheated on anyone and I'm not about to start now!" she tried telling Jen off, yet with every little movement of those sexy hips, perky and soft-looking B-cup breasts and that tight and clearly well-trained little tushy on that other girl, she continually found it harder to keep her own hungry and slightly sex-starved eyes off of them.

To Jack, this New Year's Eve was pretty much only about one thing, that being trying to forget about how miserable his Christmas had been compared to all of the other ones in his life that he could remember. Without their mom there to keep everything on the up and up, not to mention cook a Christmas dinner that was worth looking forward to, it had been the most quiet affair to date, by a long way. In short, none of the three members of their small household had been able to think of anything to talk about that didn't bring back memories of better times in the past, when there'd been five of them and the whole house had been filled up with decorations and it was mostly smiles all around. With Tim being long gone from this world however, and the passing of his and Andie's mother still being so much in recent memory that it still in many ways felt like it had just happened a few weeks earlier, it hadn't really felt like Christmas at all, and the conversations that had taken place between the three of them could be counted on two hands and had for the most part been confined to a few sentences at the most. Even Andie, who'd never had any trouble getting into the spirit of the season, had been strangely quiet most of the time and had, in all honesty, looked more like a girl who was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders than anything resembling her usual perky and cheerful self. Why exactly this was, he couldn't say since she'd refused to open up to him about it and whenever he'd asked her what was wrong, she'd answered him in short sentences where she'd tried to make it seem like everything was okay, and that it was just because of the memories of their mom overwhelming her thanks to the occasion of the holidays that she was a bit short on words compared to usual. Something, that he had trouble entirely believing, still if she didn't want to tell him, he knew her well enough to know that there was no way of getting it out of her that wouldn't just make it worse.

For all of these reasons, the prospect of an evening of indulging in a bit of teenage Hedonism seemed like just what he needed to get his mind off it all, and the small amount of rum that he'd consumed with his friends down by the beach had only helped with putting him in an even bigger mood to blow off some steam than he could remember having tried it before. In the crowd of people at the rager of a party too, he could just pretend to be like everyone else and not (as it usually was) feel alienated thanks to that one little thing about him that only himself, Jen and Andie there knew about. Speaking of his dear sister, she'd been M.I.A. practically since they'd gotten there, but this only meant that he was free to mingle as he pleased without having to consider if she was having the same sort of nice time that he himself was having, if he had to be honest. Thanks to the effects of the alcohol, he was finding it easier to strike up conversations out of the blue with some of the other guys at school, something that he only did on a regular basis when he was practically forced and otherwise, close to never.

One thing that he'd never been introduced to prior to this evening was the invention known as the beer bong and hearing the words "Chug! Chug! Chug!" coming from the jocks, when one of their own downed one of said beer bongs, almost came off to him as some sort of primal ritual that went back to the stone age, before mankind became civilized. When he'd first gazed his eyes on this strange adolescent ritual, he hadn't been able to picture himself participating in it, but after he'd been egged on to do so, he actually found out that it wasn't all that hard, once you'd learned the technique required to down a whole can of beer in less than ten seconds flat and after having had a few of them (on top of the rum that he'd already consumed that evening), he was feeling woozy and his legs increasingly uneasy.

"Try to pace yourself, Jack" Chris Wolfe, Jen's almost boyfriend had reminded him, when both of them were taking a small break from the wild things going on inside of the house, by catching some fresh air out on the porch. An idea that Jack had to admit wasn't the worst that he'd ever heard of, considering that it was still only half past ten and that at the pace that he was knocking them down one after another, it wouldn't be unlikely that he'd only barely make it to midnight and not much longer after that.

"Those guys are in the kind of drinking training that neither of us are in, if I know them right" Chris added, with a small smile to match.

"Have you fallen out of training?" Jack asked back, just out of curiosity.

"This is the first party like this that I've been to in months. If it wasn't for Jen, I'd be busy trying to find some female companionship, if you know what I mean?"

"You really like her that much, huh?"

"I don't know where I stand with her, if I have to be honest. One day, it feels like I'm getting somewhere with her and the next, she's acting cold as ice towards me. Was she like that too, back when you two were dating?"

"Not from what I can remember" Jack answered, not wanting to divulge too much information about why him and his latest ex-girlfriend had ended their relationship.

"Girls! They sure are a mystery, aren't they? Then again, that's probably why chasing them around is so much fun!" Chris joked, leading to the two boys sharing a dry laugh.

"I hear you!" Jack added, again as a way to keep the secret of sexuality hidden from someone, whom he didn't know how would react to such a revelation.

"I can easily understand why you've chosen to stay single" Chris mused. "I don't suppose that I get you to put in a good word for me with a certain, very lovable and "Babe-A-Licious" girl from New York?"

While Jack would normally try to stay out of everyone else's affairs, if he didn't absolutely have to get involved with them, right at this moment he also had a feeling of "What Can it Hurt"? In the best-case scenario, one of his best friends and most special girls in his life would finally find a boyfriend who wasn't either gay, too young for her or trying to take advantage of her, and while he couldn't for the life of him see them winding up getting married or anything like that, Chris could at least help her to take her mind off her troubles and hopefully, bring some sunny days into a life that hadn't had too many of them when it came to romance and love.

That Chris also promised him to help him with fitting in better among the boys at school only made the offer even more enticing.

"I'm sorry about this" Pacey heard his girlfriend say, before she once again threw up for what had to be the tenth time for the past half an hour. Something that he had to admit was quite impressive, if not a bit disgusting too, and as the duty fulfilling boyfriend to her that he was, he still felt like it was his responsibility to make sure that she got safely home to her bed, where she could sleep it off and with any luck, wouldn't get busted red-handed by her sister on her way to it. She was still the girl that loved after all, and with that (in his eyes) came standing by her when she needed him to, even if this was an usual situation for him to find himself in.

"What have we learned tonight, Joey?" he teasingly asked her.

"That beer tastes so much worse, when it's coming out of you, compared to how it tastes going in?" Joey answered him, while looking like she was trying to regain some of the equilibrium that she lost thanks to having a few too many drinks in too short of a timespan.

"Close enough!" he quipped, and from then on it became about trying to find her a ride home with someone that he more or less knew that he could trust. With it being New Year's Eve and everything, he knew that getting a taxi would be close to impossible, so he had to look for alternative solutions, one of which presented itself in the form of one of the girls that Joey was on the debate team with and luckily for them, hadn't indulged in the "Wet Wares" nearly as much as his girlfriend had and just as importantly, had her parents' car parked outside.

After being reassured by the girl that she could take it from there, it left the question of what to do with the rest of his evening there, seeing as his only plan was to be there for Joey and otherwise, just pass the time until it became time to leave again. With him not being all that crazy about being around drunk people either, and his other friends being preoccupied, he was actually starting to regret not having taken Dawson up on his offer of joining him and Nikki for their movie night, although his sixth sense was also telling him that he would have felt like a fifth wheel there with a recently formed couple who were still in the phase where everything was new and exciting.

He was heading back to the house, after having safely tucked Joey into the backseat or the car that would take her home, when he heard the unmistakable sound of Andie's voice coming from close by and with the curiosity getting the better of him, he stopped to listen in on what she was talking to someone (that he couldn't make out who was) about.

"I don't know what you're expecting me to say" he could hear a guy's voice saying.

"Say that you'll be there for me" he heard Andie tearfully asking of the guy, which only served to pique his interest that much further.

"You have to get an abortion. I can't become a dad at seventeen, I just can't!" the guy replied to her, and it took everything in Pacey not to come out from his hiding place and confront this guy, who was clearly trying to run away from his responsibilities.

"I can't do this alone, Andy! Please, don't make me go through this by myself!" he could hear Andie pleading to the guy, whom he could now guess who was. Not that he'd ever had a conversation with him, but from what he knew there was only one guy at school who shared Andie's nickname with her, albeit probably spelled a bit differently.

This couldn't be true, though, right? After all, Andie had from the moment that he'd met her come off to his as just about the most sensible girl that he'd ever come across, and just the idea that she would have gotten herself pregnant from some random hook-up would have seemed ludicrous to him, if he hadn't just heard her saying what she had.

Moments later, he could hear Andie storming off and while part of him wanted to just forget about it all (seeing as it wasn't really any of his business to begin with), it just wasn't in him to leave a sweetheart like her to her fate, especially not when she probably didn't have anyone else to talk to about the dire situation that she'd suddenly found herself in.

Abby had heard the term many times that alcohol makes you lose all inhibitions, but she'd never entirely bought into it. The way that she pictured it, she would still be able to say no the same things that she usually could, no matter how large amounts of booze that she'd poured down her throat, but now that she'd had far more drinks in one evening than she'd otherwise had in her entire sixteen years of life combined up to that point, she had to admit that there was something to that tired old saying, after all.

For most of the evening, she'd tried to keep a solid distance between herself and the unbelievably foxy girl, who'd been sending eyes her way since she'd gotten to the wild gathering at Chris' house, and it had more or less worked until the girl in question decided to strike up a casual conversation with her. From there on, it hadn't taken all that long for them to move from dancing to handholding and onto kissing, and while part of her knew that she should have known better, there was already plenty of her fellow students at Capeside High, who'd gotten a good look at them French kissing and groping one another, and in the drunken logic of her mind, she'd already messed up so bad that there was no turning back now. Of course, she knew deep down that Mellissa was sure to hear about it, but on the other hand, this girl (whom she'd found out was also sixteen, named Trish (a shortening of Patricia) and was a friend to a friend to a friend of one of the cheerleaders at school, plus lived in a small town down in Rhode Island with her parents and siblings) was just so damn sweet and smoking hot that she'd found it impossible to resists, when Trish had asked her whisperingly if they should find a private place where they could get "Better Acquainted". Something that even Abby with her huge lack of experience when it came to one-night stands knew most likely was the simplest kind of code for "Do you want to get it on with me in a buck-naked sort of way?". Although, she was already starting to feel guilty for how much she'd messed up the best thing that she had going for her in her life, she also felt like there was little left to lose by taking the final step and enjoying sweet little Trish's body for all that it could possibly be worth. In the most erotic way possible, it goes without saying!

"Just so we're clear on this, I'm not on the lookout for a long-distance girlfriend, no matter how much of a gorgeous sex goddess that she is" Trish laid down the law to her, while they were lying on what she guessed was probably Chris' parents' bed, both of them now dressed only in their thin white cotton panties, that both of the pair of them were clearly a fan of.

"You really think that I'm gorgeous?" Abby had to ask her conquest for the evening, seeing as she pretty much never thought of herself that way and usually, could only see flaws in the body that her genetics had provided her with.

"Abby, if I lived here, I'd have to fight an incredibly tough internal fight not to want to tear your clothes off, every time that I saw you!" her "date" cutely told her, while she slid her small and slender hand down the front of Abby's panties and started carressing the rim of her private parts with her fingers and made her even more wet "down there" than their making out had so far made her. Part of Abby wanted to fight against it, but there was another side of her that couldn't bring herself to and when Trish pulled her own panties off, grabbed her hand and led it down to the "Pleasure Area", she did the same back to her and could tell that it was working at least as well as it was on herself.

"I shouldn't be doing this. I have a girlfriend" she tried telling Trish, who'd already moved on to softly licking her nipples with the soft tip of her tongue and making them so rock hard that you could probably have used them to make holes in a leather belt, if you had to.

"So do I, but neither of them are here right now, are they?" Trish rhetorically asked her, just as she began to slide a finger up Abby's tight little hole between her legs, while her lover began to softly whimper with sexual joy of the most pleasurable kind. "Anyway, if you ask me, we're still far too young to be tied down to just one girl. Don't you agree?"

"If you say so" was all that Abby could get out and when her sex partner for the evening began to pull her panties down and seconds later, started to lick away at the most sensitive part of Abby's entire body like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do, all that Abby could do was give into it with body and spirit, as the waves of pleasure flooded through her small five-foot frame and left her more or less powerless to say or do anything to stop it.

Once they were done with pleasing each other around an hour later and both of them had gotten exactly what they wanted out of the experience though, it didn't take many seconds for Abby to start regretting it and even if she had to admit that Trish knew how to pleasure a girl's body almost as well as Mellissa did, it still hadn't been nearly the same as it always had been, when she'd been doing it with and to the girl that she was in love with.

Whatever guilt that Jack had over leaving his sister to whatever had happened to and for her that evening, not to mention selling out his ex-girlfriend to a guy that he knew, she wasn't anywhere close to sure about, was all negated by the feeling of acceptance that he was suddenly feeling from the guys at school, who usually pretended like he didn't exist or at least, made him feel that way on a daily basis. Logically, he shouldn't have cared what they thought about him, since they didn't usually give him the time of day, but this was a brand-new feeling to him, at least as far as his life in Capeside was concerned. He couldn't help thinking that this was how Tim had felt when he was being sent adoring glances from both fans and teammates alike, whenever he'd blown them away with another athletic performances and what's more, he couldn't deny that it felt like the best kind of drug in the world to him.

For once, he wasn't just Jack McPhee, the outsider that lived his life like a glorified ghost most of the time, and even if he knew that their adoration was most likely to be fleeting at best, it still filled him with a sense of pride in some kind of twisted matter to know that for this evening and night, he was one of them.

As for any potential consequences, he would just have to deal with them as they came, once the alcohol was out of his body and he had to return to his normal life again.

While Abby was busy with "Getting Busy", Pacey was wondering how to bring up the subject of teenage pregnancy with Andie, who'd seemingly decided on saying to hell with what was sensible for a girl in her situation and instead had fallen into some heavy drinking with some girls that he hadn't seen her talking to before and by the looks of it, were only including her thanks to the amusement factor of how much she was behaving like a drunken ass. For a guy like him, who'd just seen his older sister go through the same thing and had, after it happened, taken the needed precautions to ensure the safety of her child, it actually sickened him a little to see how little Andie cared about her responsibilities as a would-be mother. Then again, he'd never found himself in that situation and never would, so he had no idea how he himself would have reacted to such terrifying news, especially to a girl like Andie who'd already planned out the next many years of her life and now, had to watch all of those plans go up in flames. If she really was pregnant of course, something that he still had to be sure of before he could make any snap judgments on her.

How to exactly go about it with coming off as blaming towards her was the million-dollar question and he'd have to wait until she was alone, before he could confront her about it. As it happened, he would get that chance when the party was beginning to reach it's conclusion and Andie needed someone to help her get home, seeing as her brother had seemingly decided to embrace his inner jock and was too busy with trying to make new friends to care about how his sister would get back to her bed in one piece.

"We can take a break here, if you need a rest" he told Andie, just as they were coming up to one of the town's bus stops that luckily for them, also had a small bench attached to it.

"You've always been so sweet, Pacey" she drunkenly told him, before the two of them took a load off their legs. With them only being around half-way to her and the rest of her family's house, it made good sense too to "Stack up on Energy" for the rest of their long walk. "At least, you give a rat's ass what happens to me, even if no one else does".

"Lots of us do, Andie. You're not alone in this world, even if it can feel that way sometimes" he tried to reassure her as he began to build up to the question that had been filling his mind, ever since he'd overheard her argument with what he could easily assume was now her ex-boyfriend.

"No offense, but that's easy for you to say. You're not the one who's ..." Andie began telling him, before she cut herself off from saying too much.

"Pregnant?" he finished her sentence for her, and even if it clearly shocked her a little that he'd found out, she at least didn't run away or start yelling at him for invading her privacy.

"How did you find out?" she asked him so quietly that it was only barely audible, after a minute or so of taking in that her biggest secret was now out there.

"I overheard you having a fight with your boyfriend. I didn't even know that you have one" he told her, trying to sound as understanding as he possibly could.

"The right term would be "Had" a boyfriend" she corrected him, which only made his heart go out to her even more than it already was. "He didn't take the news like I'd hoped that he would".

"On behalf of my entire gender, you have my apologies" he replied, before they shared a wry smile. "Guys like him make me sick, if you want the truth".

"Because you're not like him, are you? I don't know what I was expecting, Pacey. I mean, how would have reacted if you'd been given that kind of news?" she asked him, with the tears slowly beginning to stream from her eyes.

"Better than he did, I can tell you that much. Andie, no matter what you choose to do about it, the worst thing that you can do as I see it, is to carry all of that weight and uncertainty around on your own. You have to at least tell Jack about it" he told the girl sitting next to him, who was now starting to snuggle up in his arms and looked for all of the world like she was one step away from having a nervous breakdown, right then and there.

"So he can worry even more about his basket case sister than he already does? Let's face it, he would have been so much better off without me".

"Don't ever think that! He loves you as much as life itself, just like the rest of us do".

"I don't love myself right now. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I hate myself" Andie told him through her sobs that now, where they'd been allowed to flow out of her freely, had also become close to unstoppable for her.

It would be nearly an hour before they continued on their long walk back to Andie and Jack's dwelling that they shared with their father, an hour that Pacey pretty much spent entirely trying to switch between consoling her and offering up words of support and telling her that it wasn't the end of the world for her.

Whether it actually worked or not was impossible for him to tell for sure.

"What have I done?" Abby had kept asking herself the morning after the wildest party that she'd so far attended in her short time on earth. In truth, she could only remember flashes of everything that had happened between herself and Trish, but what she could remember didn't paint a pretty picture, to say the least.

At first, she'd been able to control her urges, but the more that the alcohol had started flowing, the less she'd found herself caring about any potential consequences to what she was doing. Of course, she hadn't in her wildest dreams gone to that party with plans of having wild and untamed lesbian sex with a girl that she only barely knew (not to mention was highly unlikely to ever meet again) and now that she had, she felt nothing short of rotten inside over everything that had gone down between them. Even if she'd been drunk as a skunk the evening before, it wasn't any sort of excuse for how she'd completely given up on everything even resembling inhibitions and more than anything, she felt terrible inside over how she'd betrayed the trust of an incredible girl that was just as much in love with her, as Abby loved her back, if not more.

"You can say it, Jen. I have to be the worst girl in the entire history of the world, aren't I?" she solemnly asked Jen, whom she'd shared a bed with for the night, after she'd said her goodbyes to her one-night stand. Which, she had to admit, was probably the only smart decision that she'd made that evening, seeing as she was bound to get a solid scolding from Bessie if she'd come home in the sort of painfully rugged condition that she was in, when the celebration of the changing of the millennium finally came to an end.

"I won't claim that you're the smartest girl to walk the face of the earth, but you're far from the worst, Abby" Jen tried consoling her with, even if it didn't help much with her seriously guilty conscience. "We're just at an age, where these kinds of things happen from time to time. The important thing is that we learn from them, so we don't make those same mistakes over and over again".

"I've definitely learned from this one, that's for sure! Why didn't you try to stop me?"

"Well ..." Jen began saying, and Abby could instantly tell from the look on the face of her friend that she wasn't the only one who'd done something that was worth regretting the evening before, thanks to the effects of a little too much of what the old Indians used to refer to as "Fire Water".

"What did you do, Jen?" Abby inquired, although her sixth sense was already telling her what it could be.

"I had sex with Chris out in the poolhouse" Jen shamefully confessed to her, with an ample amount of regret in her voice that said all about how much she was already wishing that it hadn't happened.

"How very "Jennifer Jason Leigh in Fast Times at Rigdemont High" of you!" Abby quipped, even if Jen was finding it hard to find anything amusing about the situation, she'd put herself in.

"Want to hear the worst part?"

"It wasn't that the sex was bad? At least, it's one thing that I can't have any regrets over!"

"From the few flashes of it that I remember, it wasn't anything to write home about, but that's another story altogether. He asked me to be his girlfriend afterwards".

"And you said yes?"

"He was being so sweet that I couldn't bring myself to say "Sorry, Chris. I only used you for your body and now where I'm done with taking advantage of you, I don't have any further use for you". If it had been the other way around, I would have been angry as hell with him".

"I don't know about you, but I'm waiting at least until 2002 before I get that hammered again" Abby mused and from what she could tell, Jen couldn't possibly agree with her more.

END OF CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

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