We were a young couple just starting out. I was in college studying to be an engineer. My wife was several years older than me and was already a working nurse. She's a cute little thing, just about five feet tall and just a little on the plumb side. Most of that was where it belonged -- on her breasts. A few months after we got married we decided to try another state, you know, the grass is always greener thing. At that time the University of Louisville had one of the few Computer Science departments in the states, so that's where we moved to.
This happened in my first year right at Christmas time. June had found work at a surgeon's office downtown. School was just ten minutes from her work. Our normal routine was for me to finish classes, study, and then at about 5 o'clock I would pick her up from her work.
On this momentous day, June's office was having their office Christmas party. I didn't really know anyone there and would usually wait outside for her. On this night I expected her to be a little late and was not surprised when I had to wait a while before she came out. I could tell she was a little drunk by the way she walked to the car, and again, that was not unexpected. I would have been disappointed if she didn't have some fun. I decided I had better go to her and help her to the car. She smelled of booze and something else I couldn't identify. But, hey, nurses have to get into all kinds of funny smelling stuff.
I got her in the car and got in myself to drive home. She was strangely silent. I turned up the radio and kidded her about having more than drinks, alluding to the smell of sex. I was totally surprised when she just started to cry. I became immediately concerned and put my right arm around her while steering with my left. A passing streetlight shone into her lap and I was quite surprised to find her crotch and upper legs wet. Now I was starting to get really worried.
I finally got her to tell me what had happened and pieced the following together.