Lingerie Party
For my girlfriend Sheila’s hen’s party, she decided to have a lingerie party. I didn’t care what she did; the guys and I were going on the town, hitting the piss, and hopefully not getting home till sunrise.
By two in the morning though most of us were so blind we got kicked out of two nightclubs and the group had dwindled down considerably.
Brad, Sheila’s cousin, who was the designated driver, said he was taking me home.
“It’s too early,” I moaned.
“I’ve had enough and so have you, now get in the car,” and with that we made our way home to my house.
I was surprised to see cars still in my driveway and most of the lights on. I would have thought the girls would have been gone by now but once we got out of the car, we could hear music still blaring from the house.
“Let
