When I was 17 I volunteered to mow an older lady's yard through the church we attended. Nobody else wanted to do it because that summer was being about like this summer; hotter than a go-kart muffler. Last unclaimed job on the list, so I took it even though she had a huge yard.
She didn't pay, that was part of the deal for that volunteer group; money could not exchange hands, not even a tip. But like most of the ladies who put jobs on the list, she made up for it by serving refreshments. Lots of iced tea on offer to help keep me from getting too hot. I downed a couple big glasses about 20 minutes into the job. Next thing I was aware of, I was on her bed on my belly, head hanging off the side puking in a bucket while she had a double-end dildo in me, bouncing on the other end. (Now, with a bit more experience, I recognize it as riding, not just bouncing.) Nice little speech about how nobody needed to know about what she "shared with me". Brutal honesty, I was so damn naïve at the time, I wasn't making sense of anything in particular.
It took several years for me to finally figure out that the tea wasn't tea, it was Long Island Iced Tea. Poured with skill which perfectly masked the taste. I noticed a little weirdness to them while drinking, but half the people here don't make iced tea worth a crap anyway, all have some little element of weird taste to them. Took one sip of one at a party at 22 and recognized it immediately. Also experienced my first real "flashback" at that time.
The part I truly don't understand, even to today? Once I got most of the puking done, she cleaned me up and I finished mowing her yard. I don't know why I did, but I guess it's for the best; if I'd tried to drive home immediately after I'd likely have had a major wreck. Between the puking, the sweating, and the time spent mowing, I sobered up considerably.
I've come to realize that it's very unlikely I'm the only one of the boys she got. Nobody wanted to do yard work for her because her yard was "so big and so far away from town". It's not always the priests or deacons you have to be watchful for.