Vicky Bound for Vacation Part 4
I opened my eyes and looked over at the clock beside the bed. 11 AM. I looked up at the ceiling, over the hotel rooms bed, trying to figure out where I was. Suddenly, an arm reached across my chest and long strands of hear flipped over my face and shoulder. Something was wrong. The hair was almost black, not dark blond. Not Vicky’s. Oh Fuck! I hadn’t done something stupid had I? My mind raced back to the wild night we’d had at the ‘Exotic, Erotic Ball’. I know I hadn’t had too much to drink....