Page 88 of Body Checked & Pucked

I give a tug.

“Wake up and fuck me, Ward,” I purr. “I’m so wet for you.”

Ward just snores. Literally snores.

I take my hand away from him.

I step back.

I shiver.

All of a sudden I feel gross. I feel dirty.

I think about the pool water on my clothes and my clothes clinging to my skin.

I no longer want to be topless… not that it matters.

Nobody is looking at me!

Ward lets out a groaning snore and I know he’s done for the night.

That’s his drunken snore.

His cue that any chance of having sex has gone out the window.

My teeth begin to chatter.

I’m drunk.

I need to wash this night away.

I gently stumble to the bathroom to take a hot shower… alone.

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I leave my wet clothes in a ball on the floor and step into the hot shower.

The water against my skin almost sizzles, I have the temp that high.

It’s the only way to take a proper shower.

I close my eyes, put my head back and the bathroom starts to spin.

I touch the wall and brace myself.

Being this drunk isn’t as much fun as it seems. This life really isn’t meant for me. Not like this.

Drunk. Showering alone.

I inch forward and let the water smack me in the face.

I see how long I can last without a breath.

I stop counting after five but don’t last much longer after that.

I wipe the water off my face.

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