When Kevin woke up he was in Debby’s bed, alone. The night before he’d screwed her along with his best friend, and her boyfriend, Charles. They had both screwed her. And . . . if he remembered correctly, Charles had sucked his dick. Not a lot, but for a few seconds. At least, Kevin thought that’s what happened.

Kevin heard clinking in the kitchen, like someone was cooking. He lay there wondering how bad his head would hurt if he were vertical. He guessed it would hurt pretty badly. He thought about yelling for someone to bring him some aspirin but thought his head might split in two if he did. So he just lay there for a while.

Kevin knew Debby had to work at the bar today. He didn’t know if she’d left yet. He hoped so. Kevin could not understand Charles’ taste in women. Kevin thought Debby was all face.

Debby was pretty, so Kevin wasn’t opposed to having sex with her, though he thought it would be a bad idea to do it again. Debby liked his dick a little too much. Kevin didn’t think Charles liked how much Debby liked Kevin’s dick.

Kevin didn’t have to go to work until 11pm. Amy was working at Wallco and Kevin had no reason to go home, so he might fart around with Charles, until he had to take a nap before work.

Kevin groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed. The curtains were pulled in the bedroom so he could open his eyes just enough to find his jeans. At least, he thought they were his jeans. No underwear. Oh well.

Kevin stumbled into the living room to see Charles in jeans and a t-shirt at the stove frying bacon and eggs and Debby at the kitchen table wearing Kevin’s Rush t-shirt, smoking a cigarette and watching TV.