The
First Attempt
Once the on-the-floor-out-of-your-mind-incapacitated
drunk kicked in, Pete told me he wanted to show me something in his room. Boy
did he.
I didn’t notice that he deadbolted the
door. Who has deadbolts on their bedroom
doors? And before I knew it, he had me pinned on the bed.
There was nothing I could do. He was 130 pounds
of solid muscle and a top athlete. I was a 115 pound anorexic who was beyond
drunk.
Then someone knocked on the door. It startled
Pete and I made a break for the door. I unlocked the door, swung it open and
ran face-first into some guy’s cigarette. The burn didn’t even faze me. I dashed
into the bathroom and locked the door.
The
Walk
I slumped to the floor and started to
panic. What would Tina think? This was obviously my fault. I mean, I accepted
the challenge for the drinking contest and I must have done something to give Pete
the wrong idea… Right?
Obviously, I had no idea that he had been
shooting water and this had all been a set-up.
Ashley started banging on the door.
Pete told her that there had been a
misunderstanding and that he wanted to clear it up. I opened the door and
agreed to go for a walk with him so we could make this right. I did NOT want
Tina to be mad at me!
So Pete and I headed out the front door and
started walking down the dark street… alone.
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