We were living in the Mountains, east of L.A. and were invited to an early spring party for locals. Well, I should say my girlfriend (now my wife) was invited. I tagged along because I knew the host, Bob, had the hots for Diana. I couldn’t blame him; she is spectacular, blonde, beautiful, busty, with an absolute knock-your-socks-off personality. We had been at the party for several hours when I thought we should consider...