This one bothers me.
There were four of us in a house. Two men and two ladies. We paired off, and the girl that I was with (switched in the last moment at my choosing) went with the other guy. I went with this one, and when I got to the bedroom, I saw it to be Mary West (Mary and Patrick West are dear friends of mine at Bethel and are in the early thirties perhaps). It was like we were going to have sex, but she wouldnt. I originally just wanted to take a nap and had asked her. I gave her a half-hearted kiss and took off my right shoe. It was awkward. She got up and went out. She said that she couldnt. I looked down through the hallway and saw that her husband, Patrick, was in the kitchen. I got up and joined the others, still with my shoe off. No one said anything like it never happened, but everyone knew otherwise. Now, I could no longer go back to Bethel for the shame and humiliation.