Time to wake up

The morning comes, and the light shines into the room. You wake up, a little groggy. You can barely believe that last night was real. You put on your clothes and walk upstairs to the living room. You sit on the couch and scroll through your phone for a few minutes. In the background you can hear sex. You wonder if they even slept last night.

Then Jen comes down the stairs, moving slowly, limping a bit, her hair is a mess, her make-up smeared across her face, but looking very satisfied. You stand up and she walks over to you.

“How was your night?” You ask. “How did you sleep?”

“The night was incredible, and I definitely didn’t sleep.” She smiles, and you smile back knowing she had a once in a lifetime experience. “There was a moment we chatted briefly.”

“Oh ya? What about?” You inquire.

“About you,” she replies. “Next week it’s your turn.” She winks.

You aren’t sure what that means, but you can only imagine it’s good. With that, you both walk out the front door.