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didn't deny it at all.
    "Long weekend. I drove in last night, so that I could buy the booze for this mess. My little brother wanted to do something memorable. So, I'm here to make sure no one sets the place on fire. That and flirt with girls that are too young for me. I don't suppose either of you is old enough?"
    That got him to look at Becky and smile, but then shake his head mournfully.
    "Not that I can do anything about it anyway. If I leave for that long people will start trying to turn out little house party into a rave. Then it will be all glow sticks and GHB all over the place."
    Darla nodded.
    "Too true. You can't trust high school kids these days, what with their hair and their funny clothes."
    That was clearly some kind of inside joke, since the man, Scott, laughed for a long time and then patted Darla on the arm.
    "Well, it was great seeing you. We should catch up sometime? You always were my favorite freshman."
    They traded numbers and everything, but didn't linger all that long, since Darla pointed across the room.
    "Crud on a waffle."
    What she pointed at was a bit racy, but after a few seconds it snapped into frame for her. There was a girl on the sofa across the room. The place wasn't dark, but some of the lights had been turned down, and the boy that was on top of her, one of the football team jocks, was busily trying to run his hand into her pants. As if no one else was there. The thing was that the girl clearly wasn't awake for it. She drooped to one side a bit listlessly, her brown hair looking matted, and a bit damp. "That's Marty. He really doesn't need a rape charge. That will cost him his scholarship. Moron. I worked so hard to help him get it too. Help me get this taken care of?"
    It was easier said than done. Marty, for all he had a sports career lined up, was wasted and really horny. She knew this, because when Darla tried to pull him off, all he did was paw at her in return, and then went instantly back to the unconscious girl. Enough of her clothing had been undone that it was clear he wasn't just planning to kiss her a bit and call it good.
    Marty was also huge . Tall and with enough muscle that it didn't seem like they were going to be able to do much right then. Darla looked at Becky and then shrugged, putting her right hand between the boy's legs. At first it seemed like she was going to squeeze, to make him move out of pain, but instead she started rubbing, finding his erection and working on it, right there in the living room with people watching.
    "Sue is out for the night, Marty. You can't do anything with her. Why don't you and I go and find someplace, and take care of things? Becky can help. Can you get Keeley and Eve to come over and help Sue?" She didn't stop what she was doing and it was really clear that the guy was getting into it. Enough so that he was taking deep breaths already.
    Becky had to find Keeley first and didn't know if the whole thing would require jogging across the room. She was a bit worried for Darla, since the big football player wasn't likely to take no for an answer now, was he? Not after what she'd been doing to get his attention. Waving her hands, wondering exactly what it was that she was supposed to do to help, she managed to get the others to come over, though Eve looked a bit upset at first, being pulled away from several boys.
    For her part, once she got there, Keels, as Darla always called her, just nodded.
    "I see. Well, you and Becky can go and take care of Marty and we'll get Sue someplace safe. She's just drunk, right? Not drugged or anything like that?"
    A boy from across the room came over and watched what Darla was doing a little too closely, then shook his head. It was Wallace, from her drama class.
    "She was slamming beer for two hours, so I don't think so. She must have had fifteen cups of it." His eyes kept going back to Darla, and then he sighed.
    "That means she should be watched for alcohol poisoning. I should have said something."
    Keeley