How much did I drink last night? Am I in some kind of Shayla Black/Lexi Blake dream where it’s three on one? Mmmmmm. One set of nostrils is decidedly feline. The other two are human. None is male. Damn. “How did it go?” Mom and Amanda ask in unison. Both are hovering over me like a traffic helicopter at rush hour after a chicken truck crash on the Mass Pike. “You brought a condom last night, right?” Amy shouts from the kitchen. I look up and see that my bedroom door is open. My eyes travel to Chuckles, who somehow manages to leer at me. Then he licks his absent balls. Okay, so I guess one of the pairs of nostrils is male after all. Sort of. “Or more than one condom,” Mom adds with a giggle. She sits on the edge of my bed and tilts the entire world toward her. “What are you people doing in here?” I mumble, pulling the down pillow over my head and molding it around me like a space helmet. How much wine did I drink? Mom and Amanda make themselves at home in my bedroom, and I hope Amy is making me a coffee right now.
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