Frantic Facetime

You woke up, some old British male behind you, his condom filled with his own seed. Your ass was freshly fucked. He was decent sized, seven inches, but smaller than you'd been ... before. It hadn't even been two years, but it was a lifetime.

You stared down, your vision hazy from drink and weed, to see your phone buzzing. It was a facetime request ... from Amanda. You blinked back the tears and answered.

"Hello?" you said, your voice a premonition for the headache you'd soon have.

"Dani? Finally. I've been trying you like two weeks," Amanda said crossly. You stared, uncomprehending. Oh yeah. Your phone had decharged, but you'd forgotten it in a haze of men and **** and fucking.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"I've been worried sick," she said in a motherly fashion. Stern. "When are you coming back?"

"We've got a month in Dubai, and then I'll be back," you slurred.

"Well, in time for the wedding at least. Get some coffee in you," she said, not unkindly.