A wild night with my stepson

On New Year's Eve, the rigid and burning sensation behind me, coming from my 18-year-old stepson, suddenly pressed against my hip. My heart pounded heavily, and my breathing instantly quickened. Yet, I dared not turn around, as my 50-year-old husband, Adam, was right beside me.

The crowd in the square was far larger than we had anticipated, and I was sandwiched in the midst of the throng, unable to even turn around. But I was caught up in the situation, unable to extricate myself from my stepson's grip .