Something Old Something New Something Borrowed Something Blue Pt3
Having evidently managed to drag myself off the bathroom tiles in the early hours, I awoke in bed the following morning with the sun beating hard against the window, head thumping and Lisa nowhere to be seen. Immediately my sadistic brain began to reassemble the previous night's tawdry antics like some horrifically complex jigsaw, prompting me to burrow deep in the covers to hide my shame. Half an hour elapsed before gingerly I rose and only then because it was too gorgeous a day to waste...