Chapter 12

Luckily, Jerome saw us and came out to help me inside. “Let’s get those pants off you,” was the first thing he said.

I laughed so hard, I almost peed my pants. Then they’d really need to come off, wouldn’t they?

Tory and Jerome looked at each other. I couldn’t imagine their thoughts. I could only laugh.

Tory said, “This is all my fault.”

Jerome replied, “There’s some medicine in the bathroom—it must have been left over from Thanksgiving. I’ll go get it.”

They teamed up and poured it into my willing, if still slightly giggling, mouth.

Tory said, “Let’s get these ruined pants off him.”

Jerome blinked. “Uh, oh, yeah, okay. I guess.”

I giggled and burped. If I hadn’t been drunk before, I was on my way now. I grabbed the bottle and sipped. Well, okay, I gulped like a starving man. I was to regret this in a few minutes.

Tory’s hands undid my belt buckle and slid it open.