It was about three in the morning when Hoss woke up, still dazed from the alcohol and m*******a. He started to roll out of bed but felt the body of a woman next to him. He searched his memory but could not recall meeting her or sleeping with her. He couldn’t recall having s*x either, but from the condition of the bed and his flaccid member, it was obvious that he had.
The streetlight outside the window illumined the room sufficiently to allow him to find his clothes. He slipped on his soiled shirt and tried putting on his pants standing up. This was a mistake, since he quickly lost his balance and hopped around on one foot, while the other foot was wedged in the left pants leg. He couldn’t prevent crashing into pieces of unseen furniture and nearly slipped on something soft and wet. He fi
