Hi Neighbor,
I'm so sorry about the little circus you would have seen this afternoon.
You know how I said my friends were coming around again for drinks? Well, it turns out we had... a little more than just drinks.
They both know that when I drink vodka I get really, um... affectionate, ok? I mean the three of us went to Ibiza and they saw what kind of effect it has on me. So why on earth they brought vodka around I can't imagine! That's where the trouble began.
They made me have a couple of shots and then they started asking me about you, and about the help you give me with the security system. I made the mistake of mentioning poker nights, but it's not my fault, ok? It was the vodka. I just blurted it out but they latched right onto it!
They started teasing me, saying that I'm putting on a show for your friends, and I was squealing for them to stop but then I made it worse by showing them the picture of all your buddies. By this stage I was four shots of vodka in, and they knew darn well I was easy to manipulate. They made me tell the story of how my clothes ended up on the poker table. I told them what happened but I said how I don't really understand poker, so Karla offered to teach me.
I thought she was being helpful. Turns out she had other ideas.
So anyway, I found some cards and she set up a game. I was having trouble concentrating on all the different cards, and what I should throw out and everything, and of course, Karla made me bet with my clothes! It didn't take long before I was naked and the two of them had lost no garments at all.
Then Karla said, "This is where the dares come in." She made me bet with things like I would do a nudie run around from the back deck to the front door, or to the letterbox. By this stage I was kind of just doing whatever she said. The vodka made me just relax and enjoy it, and she took full advantage.