My mother and I had organised my fathers 60th birthday party and it was successfully underway at the local sports club, which we had hired for the evening.
All his friends, past and present were there and the large car park was impressively full. I wanted to really enjoy the occasion and so my husband had agreed to drive and also keep a watchful eye on our two young children while my mother and I mingled with the guests, often being shown off by my father to his friends.
I was wearing a black dress, showing a little cleavage although my 38d breasts usually had a little on display, black stockings and stiletto heels and of course matching black bra and panties.
I felt that I looked quite good, hopefully at 32 I would be one of the youngest adults there, and my recent hairdresser appointment had resulted in my brown shoulder length hair being feathered and slightly lightened.
Everyone complimented my mother and I on the layout, catering, planning etc and also on the way we looked.
I was really buzzing and I know now that I was drinking alcohol way too fast.
Towards the end of a fantastic evening I began to feel a little dizzy and at one point my dad grabbed my arm as I stumbled, and asked if I was OK.
A little later I once again stumbled. This time I was steadied by my dad and one of his friends. Blaming my heels, I tried to explain my unsteadiness. But when trying to move again I felt my legs completely give way on me.
His friend Eric, who I had known since I was a child, suggested they take me outside for air, and this they did. Walking me a little distance from the front door in the opposite direction of the car park.
I think the cold air added to my condition as I began to feel very faint and quite ill, although I could hear some party leavers saying goodbye to my dad and Eric.
My legs gave way again and Eric caught me, trying to hold me near a small wall. I then suddenly lent over the wall to vomit as Eric held me around the waist from behind.
I heard my dad say "oh dear, we had better get her husband, are you OK staying with her."
I heard Eric say, "Yeah sure, you go get him."
I could hear Eric asking me questions but I just somehow couldn't make myself speak. Even though I had just about stopped vomiting I felt as though I was having an out-of-body experience where I knew what was happening but couldn't see anything or couldn't talk.
In fact it was as though I could only look through a tunnel directly in front of where my face was pointing, nothing to the left right up or down.
I remember groaning and wishing I hadn't drunk as much but again couldn't force my self to communicate with Eric.
I was partly leaning over the small wall, with Eric's hands flat against my rib cage as my stomach and waist was almost leaning against the top of the wall now.
I heard my dad shout "he will be out in a bit, he's taken his youngest to the toilet, will you be OK for a while or do you need me."
"No, its OK, she's OK with me," Eric shouted back.
"Are you OK darling," I heard Eric say, but again I was trance-like in my prone position.
"Come on sweetheart, stand up," Eric said as he pulled at me but I just could not move.
"Come on Emily love," he said, again tugging at me slightly.
