Trippin’

Sheila woke up that morning, her head cloudy from the night before. The room was dimly lit by the sun, and smelled like latex and sex. This caused Sheila to sit upright in the bed suddenly. She desperately tried to remember what happened last night…and couldn’t. She hesitated before turning her head slowly to see the form lying next to her in the full-sized bed. Sheila put her hands to her face and shook her head. What the fuck was I thinking? And what the fuck was this dude’s name?

Sheila sat on the bed quietly, not moving, for fear of waking up her bed partner. She rubbed her eyes, thinking it would help her remember. She could recall being at Rick’s last night. Rick’s was the bar downtown that served the primo martinis. Sheila couldn’t remember how many she had, but she knew she had more than her fair share, given the condition she was in this morning. She also remembered being with her friend Stacy…wait a minute, where in the fuck was Stacy? “I need to get out of here,” Sheila said to herself. She eased herself out of the bed and began searching for her clothes. She was on all fours on the floor and came across 3 torn condom packets (“I sure hope I enjoyed that”) when she heard the bed creak. “Oh shit,” she thought. She froze. When she didn’t hear any more movement, she stood up and began to put on her clothes. Sheila glanced at her bed partner only to notice that he was watching her.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“Umm, I need to get home. You know, stuff to do today,” she answered.

“I thought maybe we could go for round 4 this morning and then grab some breakfast,” he winked at her. Now that the sun was fully coming in the window, Sheila could really see his face and body and began to question her sanity. How in the hell, what in the hell, why in the hell? Sheila didn’t have time to go off on herself now…she needed to get the fuck up out of here before dude came at her any harder.

“I really need to go.”

“Well, how about I give you a call and we can hook up later,” he asked this as he climbed his big, nasty ass out of the bed. When she caught a glimpse of what she had partaken in last night, she threw up a little in her mouth. Sheila was convinced she had seen link sausages bigger than his penis. “I swear, I will never drink again, at least not to the point that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” she pledged to herself.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Sheila said as she mentally recorded a note to herself to call Verizon to get her cell phone number changed ASAP.

“At least give me a kiss and a hug before you leave,” he said as he came toward her. Why Lord why? She knew she couldn’t get out of there without doing it, so she reached out and hugged him and was greeted by the smell of onions and cabbage.

“You was so good last night baby, you wore me out,” he said as he rubbed on her ass. She damn near pushed him away and walked toward the door without saying anything else. She heard him calling her name as she almost broke into a full sprint toward the front door. Sheila got to the living room, found her purse, and broke out. She didn’t know how she was getting home; she would figure that shit out when she left dude’s house. She got outside and was relieved to see her car parked there. She knew she was too drunk to drive last night, so she deduced he must have driven them to his house. Whatever…she jumped in her car and sped off. Her phone rang and she reached over to grab it from her purse. Gregory Thomas flashed on the caller ID…she threw the phone down on the passenger seat.

“Who in the fuck is Gregory Thomas?”

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