By the time the boys got home, we were looped, half dozing in the sun. They had to get us functional before dinner. Tanner helped me get to my feet and walked me to the shower. He got my bottoms undone and took off his own clothes and propped me up in the shower, turning the water to cold. We both stood there, shivering, until I seemed able to stand by myself. After patting me dry, he helped get me in a blouse, panties and shorts. All I'd need to go to the Bombay Club were sandals. Stan had started some coffee and while he and Kathy went to use...