Day 2 - Hangover Mood

I wake up from a dreamless sleep. When I open my eyes, I see rays of sunshine flooding the room with light in which I am. Slowly blinking, I look around and I try to orient myself. I am in a living room and I am stretched out on a comfortable sofa. A severe headache passes through me and my temples throb uncomfortably. When I put my hand on my stomach, I notice a slight moisture between my fingers and otherwise some dried-up liquid crust-like on my stomach.

"What happened? Ahhh ... what am I doing here anyway?” Is my aching, sleep-drowning brain working for a solution.

I slowly straighten up and I see several clothes lying scattered on the floor below. Among other things, I see my jeans and boxers but also other clothes that don't belong to me. There is still a black dress, dark high heels, a large lace bra and a little further away a small piece of fabric that used to be a thong.

"Oh shit" it finally rings in my head as the events of the last evening appear again in my mind's eye.

“I fucked my best friend's mother ... twice. How should it go on now?” I think to myself in panic and already imagine several horror scenarios.

With a queasy feeling I get up and put my pants and boxers back on. Unsure and with a feeling of fear, I set off and leave the living room. When I stand in the lonely cold hallway I pause for a moment.

"What am I to do? I absolutely have to speak to Mrs. Schuster before the others will come” my brain is excitedly looking for a solution. As I stand there, I hear a faint noise from the room to my left.

Hesitantly, I open the door and enter what turns out to be the kitchen. There is Mrs. Schuster with her back turned to me. She doesn't seem to have noticed me yet, because she is sobbing loudly.

"Uh uh ... good morning Mrs. Schuster" I say meekly in her direction.

When she hears my voice she flinches and quickly turns in my direction. I now notice that she is only wearing a bathrobe. Now I look inevitably in her face and I can see immediately that she was crying. Her eyes are already all red and large tears are rolling down her face.

"Hi Ben, we ... have to ... talk" she sobs stammering out.

With a noticeable gulp, I pause in the kitchen when I am only a few steps away from her. As if petrified, I stand in front of her in panic and await her further words.