1) You Risk Angering Dawn By Telling Her The Truth

I always believed that telling the truth was the best policy. That even if telling the truth didn't lead to the desired outcome, it would prove over time to be the best choice. So I admitted. "Dawn. You were too drunk to know what you wanted. I would only make a move on you if you were sober."

"Oh, my God, Dan." Dawn framed her distressed face with her hands." You're like a broken record." She hissed at me. "You think you're a saint... and I'm a sinner."

"It's true though Dawn. I mean, look at you... look at the situation you got us in. We have two strangers in the house. Two men who think they have a chance of fucking you."

"You know what, Dan? You're not better than me... even if you think you are." Dawn glared at me. "I think we're finished here."

"Finished? What do you mean?"

Dawn smiled at me then shouted towards the living room. "I'm coming, boys." Dawn pushed me aside then opened the door before strutting into the room. I watched as she fell into the arms of Jake who then began to kiss her. It was not romantic. More porn-like. Dawn having to lean backwards as Jake explored the inside of her mouth. I watched with a mix of horror and perverseness as Jake's shovel of a hand slid up the back of Dawn's dress and massaged her butt.

My feet were rooted to the carpet. I had become immobile. Mesmerized as a drunken Dawn was being devoured by a thuggish stranger. I stood in the doorway while I felt a monumental shift in my life. Never to be the same again.

But I still loved her. As stupid as it felt.

Ryan now made his move. Walking up behind Dawn who continued to kiss the bald and ugly Jake. He pulled down the delicate zip of her strapless scarlet dress, allowing it to gracefully glide down her silky skin then over her long sleek legs.

Despite the pain I watched intently. I never knew I was a masochist, or even a cuckold.

Only in her bra, heels and seamless nylons, Dawn looked majestic. But wedged between two men she looked slutty... and in a whole lot of trouble.

I racked my brain trying find a way to save the situation.

1) Be Dawn's chaperone. It would kill me to watch but least I'd be there if she needed my help.

2) Retreat to Dawn's room and wait for the train.