I had met Britney and Eric through some mutual friends a year earlier. I was 22, in college, and had taken a liking to them since they were a ton of fun to be around and my roommates at the time weren’t much for drinking and partying. On this night, they had had a small house party at their apartment and most of the other guests had gone home for the night. We decided to keep drinking and having fun since their daughter was at Eric’s mom’s house for the weekend, so we didn’t have to keep the noise down. As it got later, they convinced me to stay the night and, since I no longer had to drive, we kept drinking.
I don’t remember who suggested it first, but we eventually decided to play strip poker, which I remember thinking was a good idea since Britney had large breasts that I had always wanted to see. She was my age, with long brown hair and big doey, brown eyes, a light olive complexion, and a honey-sweet Southern accent that could charm anyone. Eric was a few years older than us, a few inches taller than me at 6’4″, blond hair and a physique that showed he had once played football, but it had been awhile since he’d worked out.