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I'm sorry I delayed getting this out, it's been a busy past few months and I'm grateful people want more I was hoping to end this in three chapters…well looks like I have a few more chapters go, since I didn't do my usual day in one chapter. So please enjoy.
Best Regards to Teloz for his editing.
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Lisa found her self crawling towards the bathroom. Her blurry eyesight confused her; the door frame to the bathroom seemed to be in odd places and kept moving. Swinging her body forward, she collapsed into the bathroom and heaved herself up so she could vomit into the toilet. Shoving her face into it deep, her gut emptied its contents into the bowl. She had no idea why she was throwing up, but her stomach burned with the need to flush out her system. After a few jerks, her nausea subsided and she propped her self up on toilet trying to regain her composure.
Getting her self finally on her feet, she wobbled over to the sink and turned on the faucet. Filling her hands up with water, she splashed her face with the refreshing water and soon her eyesight returned to normal. As she focused, she was met by a reflection of her droopy face and was startled by Christy who peered over her shoulder.
"Jezus…. Chizt…!" said Lisa between her hic-ups. "What… you doing here…?"
"Well, missy if you have to know, I was the one who elected myself to drag you home and get you to bed safely," said Christy with a smile.
"Wut'… hap… pened last niz'?" Lisa found it hard to keep the hic-ups at bay.
"Here, drink this" Christy handed her a cup of some mysterious drink and Lisa took it.
"Is this water?" She looked shocked at her sudden clarification of speech. "What is this?"
"Just a remedy for the Tucks hangover," Christy walked out of the bathroom and into Lisa's bedroom.
"Well, what's in this, it tastes like water?" Lisa joined her on her bed.
"It's a secret, but now I know not to give you a sip of my drinks."
"A sip, you shoved half you glass down my throat!" Christy smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "So how did you get me past my mom?"
"Oh, I just lied saying you really went wild to get rid of you-know-who's memories and in the process, danced your self in a stupor."
"I guess, thanks for…helping me," one
hic-up escaped her mouth.
"No problem, I always love to help out a friend
,
" Christy scooted closer and leaned against her. "You know, you were hot last night, though I guess that Tuck blurred your senses. You just walked up to the guy, danced and then just fucked him right there on the couch. I was afraid we were going to be kicked out," Lisa smiled and lay back on her bed trying to clear her head.
"Man, I'm hungry! Want to go eat some where?"
"Yeah! Oh by the way you got several texts, here's your cell phone, in
case you wanted to read them," Christy handed Lisa her phone and she saw the screen which read two new text messages.
"Thanks Christy, if you don't mind, can you go wait down stairs; I have to make a personal call?"
"No problem, I'll go watch some T.V.," with that Christy was out of the bedroom and Lisa began to read the text.
"Hey sweetie! Just wondering when you will be home. Its eleven pm," read the text from her mom.
"How's the head? You seemed to bang your head when you slipped unconscious," said the Texter and Lisa wondered what that meant.
Feeling her head, she soon winced in pain as a bump was fit by one of her long nails. Gritting her teeth, she sat through the pain for a few minutes as the sharp pulses of pain shot through her head. Finally, it seemed to com down and she began to reply to the Texter.
"Well, now that you mention it, it hurts like fuck!" She got off the bed and went back into the bathroom.
Looking into the mirror, she examined the baseball sized bump and shuddered from slight touch of it. Shaking her head, she went back into her room and proceeded to dig through the pile of clothes that lay in her closet. After a few minutes, she reemerged from the closet with a pair of jeans and an Aeropostale t-shirt on. Grabbing her cell phone, she gave a once over, but there was no response.
Grabbing her purse, she walked out of her bedroom and down to where Christy sat on the couch watching something on T.V. Lisa was about to tell her she was ready, but did a double take when she realized what Christy was watching. A woman was completely naked and was being ravished from behind. Lisa watched as Christy simulated what was happening to the woman, with her hand buried in her pants. She gulped as she saw the blistering speed of her moving hand and the way her face was posed.
"You ready Christy?" Christy froze at the sound of Lisa's voice and turned towards her.
"I can explain; I flipped on the channel and this was on," Christy yanked her hand out of her pants and turned the T.V. off.
"Really, then why was that on demand?" Lisa caught her and Christy just smiled. "Let's go!"
Meanwhile, George was really pissed that he'd messed up with Lisa and he was driving over to take her flowers, as he drove he remembered what had happened the previous day.
"So, do you think we can ace this test today," said Beth as they entered the library.
"As long as I can keep the lines memorized, then yeah we should," said George leading the way through the maze of isles.
"Don't worry, we have three hours to study and plus, we can practice in the group room," they walked past few group rooms.
"Yeah, it's just the actions we do during it, I feel so uncomfortable," he
opened the door to the end room and gave her the courtesy of entering first.
"You are the mechanic who wants to become an actor, your going to have to get used to doing these explicit actions," the professor said it herself, "Either put effort or don't come at all and fail.""
"Ok, though before we start, I can't believe he chose us to do the scene of a couple fighting and making up," he placed his bag in the corner as did she.
"Ok, so quick set up scenario of what the scene is; one I'm the angry wife, you're the husband. You come home late one night, I yell and we fight, kiss and make up. Got it?" she stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out whether she had forgotten anything.
"Yeah, I'll go out and then as I close the door when I reenter, we begin," they nodded and he exited the room.
"Hi baby, how was work?" she asked as he reentered the room.
"Long, the meeting ran late, you?" he placed his brief case on the middle table.
