Get Shaquelle to her bedroom, strip her, put her under the covers, strip and join her
From Create Your Own Story
You manage to get Shaquelle to her bedroom. You get her clothes off, then yours, and tuck her under the covers. You slip in next to her and close your eyes.
You're awakened by Shaquelle's groaning. It's morning, and she must have a hangover the size of Texas.
"Morning, Shaquelle," you say cheerily.
"Uuuuhhhh," she mumbles. She slowly turns to face you. "I don't normally bring home a white boy. So, how was it?"
"We didn't have `it', because you passed out on me before that became a possibility," you tell her.
"Mmmmmph," she moans, pressing her hands to her temples. "I musta had way too many. It's not normally this bad."
"Lie still," you tell her. You rustle up some aspirin from the medicine cabinet and fetch a glass of water.
"Thanks," she grunts, downing both.
Two hours later, she's feeling better. "Well, you may as well sample the goods, white boy," she giggles.
"Ty," you gently correct her.
