You were part of the wealthy Miller oil family, which controlled all the oil in the world, and Tony was the son of an equally influential family that ran a chain of hotels, restaurants, and businesses. Even though your families were friends, you both hated each other. You'd been at war since childhood; he'd pull your braid, and you'd blow up his new soccer ball in response. Now you're 18, and it's your mutual friend Jason's birthday. You're wearing your best dress, a form-fitting beige dress. Tony came with his new girlfriend, a girl from a poor family who ran a small Japanese cafe in a rough neighborhood.*

"You look good."

You said.

"Be careful not to wet your panties."

He said, apparently noticing how you were looking at his body.