"I like a man who's resourceful," she encouraged him, making her smile even warmer. If he drank enough, Sheree knew from past experience, he wouldn't be able to do anything when they were in bed together – if it should come to that.

Johnny grinned like a little bay and drank the rest of the champagne in his glass. He immediately refilled his glass and took another sip.

"Mmm, good champagne, isn't it?" Sheree lied. "You know, Johnny, I want us both to get totally ripped tonight, so we won't have any inhibitions later, when we're fucking, ya' know?"

Johnny's grin froze on his boyish face and he hurriedly downed his wine in one gulp as Sheree casually mentioned "fucking". The experienced girl smiled. This was going to be easier than she had thought.

It took only a few more minutes for the tipsy football star to drain off the rest of the champagne. He came unsteadily to his feet and shuffled over to open the sloe gin and make them each a drink. He poured both glasses full with a minimum of mixer. Stumbling back to the bed, he handed Sheree her drink and sat down heavily next to her, putting his arm over her shoulder.

"Hey, list'n," he mumbled, "aren't you the little girl who told me she slept in the raw?" He eyed the baggy flannel pajamas suspiciously.

Suddenly, it was Sheree's turn to be embarrassed. She kept these pajamas out here for emergencies only, and she was ashamed to have anyone know she even owned such ugly things, let alone having them think that she normally wore such unbecoming clothes.

"I just put these on real quick, in case it was my folks at the, door," she explained nervously.

Johnny's face broke into a sly, lewd grin. "Take 'em off!"

Sheree giggled uneasily, knowing she was trapped. "Okay, but first we need one more drink," she promised.

Johnny made the drinks in a flash, straight this time, no mixer at all. The sweet liquor burned only slightly as Sheree downed her glassful, but it seemed to lack wallop.