Phone MailChapter 5
As soon as Lisa hung up, she turned her head towards Steve, who was lifting a bottle to offer her a drink. He was only planning on a sip, but he tipped the bottle too much and too quick. Lisa’s found her mouth overflowing with booze. Steve jumped back to keep from getting sprayed, “Oh shit! Sorry...” Lisa spit and swallowed and coughed and gagged, “What the...” “Tequila!” Tim laughed as Lisa felt the front of her shirt absorb the booze that didn’t make it down her throat. Before she could...