[piecenick]

There was a couple that I met at a party, they were on the bohemian side, she was an art major, he came from a wealthy family and was more or less, a permanent student. They were living together, in the early '70's this was fairly uncommon. I was couple of years younger than they were and for some reason, Sasha took a liking to me and was always flirting, Bong, that was the guy's nickname, didn't seem to have an issue with it. I was unattached at the time and I got a bit of an ego stroke of this cool, sophisticated woman sitting on my lap, putting her arm around me and making me feel like a stud.

One night I went with them to a party thrown by one of their friends, when people were leaving I wasn't drunk, but buzzed enough not to drive home, so they took me to crash on their sofa. I stripped down to boxers and dozed off quickly. Sometime later I woke up to Sasha sitting on a stool next to me, she was naked and she had her hand in my shorts stroking my erection. I was confused and groggy, but when Sasha noticed I was awake, she said "Bong and I would like you to join us in the bedroom".

In a rare show of wisdom and maturity, I said that I liked being their friend, but I didn't think sex was a good idea. I just didn't like the idea of being naked in bed with another guy and his GF. This turned out to be a good move on my part, a few weeks later they broke up and it was very bitter and violent, police were involved. I dodged a bullet, or at least a baseball bat.