Walkies
Walkies by Ray Kitten The crisis I now faced was of my own design, or at least crafted by my negligence. I had figured myself to be a man capable of great feats of drinking, as well as somewhat of a poker 'ace', if you will pardon the phrase. My first co- ed mixer had managed to shake me of both illusions. By the next morning I was sporting a hangover the size of a football field and was owing a figure roughly equal to a year's tuition. Mary, it turned out, was a card shark...