Not a Stranger in the Bar
Many decades ago when I first got engaged, my fiancé and I visited her parents and went to the local bar that night. As I was in the crowd trying to get to the bar to buy another round, I felt a hand palming my ass. I turned around, and the hand belonged my future sister-in-law, my wife’s younger sister. She was eighteen at the time (which was the drinking age then, so she was in the bar legally). I’d only met her briefly a couple of times at that point. Some years later I reminded her that she groped my ass in the bar, and she gave a sheepish grin and said, "I did? I don't remember."
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