Gosh! This is humiliating.
My eyeliner and mascara were smudged. I didn't look less than a wench.
Why didn't Adam tell me to correct my makeup? Here I am not able to see my horrible face and then how did he bear it.
But again my mistake, who asked me to wear a cheap brand and that too on a day like this.
Sarah says correctly I should now pay better heed to myself. From Sarah, I recall, I didn't inquire about her whereabouts. I dialed her number.
“Are you at home?” I asked once she took my call.
“Aghh! Don't worry about me. I am not any kid. You enjoy your night with your boss,” she groaned. “Hold on! Did you wear a matching panty and bra?”
“What? Gosh! You and your brain work faster than a laser beam,” I sighed.
“Don’t forget to tell your boss to get a condom, you know about unwant
