Me. I was 20 years old and broken-hearted. Gay sex We were going to be in the air for several hours, so I figured there would be ample time for any effects to begin to wear off by the time I reached my final destination. Besides, I rationalized to myself, Jimmy wouldn’t have had the plane stocked with alcohol if he didn’t expect any of it to be drunk.“I’ll be right back,” Dawson said, as he began moving to the back of the plane. He paused briefly as he passed me and patted me once on the shoulder, giving me a conspiratorial wink.“Good lord, Jimmy,” I muttered. While I knew that Spring Break from college was stereotypically a time for students to get black-out drunk, I was not a “party hard” type even if I was in the mood to have a good time. I hoped that I wasn’t expected to spend the entire week either drunk or hungover.Dawson appeared, offering me a glass tumbler with ice and golden liquid. “I didn’t make it very strong,” he said. “I don’t know if you’re used to it or not. If you want something with a bit more of a kick, just let me know.” He gave me another wink.I took a sip of the
