The Request - Part II
She admits fucking our friend James.Making a pitcher of Scotch on the rocks, I went to get things ready for Monday morning. It must have been the combination of Scotch, the stress of the report and late hour that put me to sleep. I did not even remember when I laid down on the couch. Waking up with drool on my beard, I heard my cell phone telling me I had another text. “Please don’t be upset, I am so sorry it is so late. I was having such a good time hearin...