Chapter 9
I guess I slept pretty near all day Sunday. When I woke, the sun was streaming through my window, and the clock said it was half past four in the afternoon. So I had had pretty close to twelve hours' sleep, and I guess I must have needed it. My tongue felt like a big wad of cotton and my insides were a little jumpy. I remembered having had all sorts of stuff to drink, and then near the end of the evening trying to make it with a senior named Lois Reznik and failing miserably. Well, it hadn't been my fault. I had already made it three times in one evening, which was good enough in my book. But this Reznik girl, who had been one of my three female witnesses, was drunk and insisted that I make it with her too. She kept putting her breasts in my mouth-must have had a maternal com
