In the Autumn of 2002, I had an acquaintance whom I had met through late night dance festivals--the kind where illegal narcotics were frequently consumed. One night, while I was at a particularly enjoyable festival, my acquaintance paged me--nearly crying for me to come to her place and court her while the candles burned down.
The group of young scalawags I typically partook of festivals with and I left the party immediately. When we got there, she didn't answer the door, but being the imaginative young man I am, I decided to climb in through a window. The scene inside nearly shocked me senseless--she was in the throes of passion with another suitor!
Upon seeing me, she became horribly embarrassed. She grabbed a nearby decanter for spirits, smashing it and slicing through her own wrist. As my fellow scalawags stood by, simply watching her life ebb from her body, I valiantly placed pressure upon the wound, staunching the bleeding.
Some time later, as repayment for this episode, I fucked her in the ass.