“Tell me something,” Rory says.
“What?”
“I’m dying to find out what was in that hairy buffalo homecoming night. I’ve never had such an amazing high.”
“Probably just some Everclear,” Lamone says.
“No, it was more than that. I’ve drunk my share of Everclear.”
“God, you’re fucking hot.”
“So are you.” Rory giggles.
Yeah, upchuck city.
Rustling of clothes. A few moans. God, they’re kissing.
“Getting tired?” Rory asks.
“A little. But believe me, I have enough energy to make you happy.”
Then a pause. Is that a yawn? Hard to tell.
If Pat is yawning, that’s a good sign.
“You can’t stop looking at my tits, can you?”
“Baby, no one can stop looking at your tits.”
“Here.”
Pause. What is she doing? Letting him touch her? My God, I’m going to puke.
“I want to suck on them, baby. I want to pinch them until they’re red.”
“Easy. We’ll get there, stud.”
Another pause.
Then Rory’s voice. “Come on. Lie down here with me.”
More rustling. A pause. Then—
“I wish I knew who spiked the punch. Then I could find out what they put in it. Get some more of that for myself.”
“I can get you some stuff.”
“Can you? Wow, that would be great. So you know what was in the punch then?
“Sure, I do, baby. After all, I’m the one who fucking spiked it.”
A smile splits my face.
Gotcha, Pat Lamone.
I slide my pants off my hips and legs. Then my underwear.
I’m naked. Naked while Donny is still fully clothed.