Let's bring it back to Tyler's wedding night and the days surrounding it.

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8:04 A.M.
From: Zoey

hey cutie. so sad to see you get married but w/e :( i guess we have to stop forever now ohhhh nooo

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8:05 A.M.
To: Zoey

Lol. Are you coming over?

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8:10 A.M.
From: Zoey

lmao of course. its your bachelor night -- you're going to "spend it with the boys" eh? :) btw what should i wear

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8:11 A.M.
To: Zoey

You know what to wear. You know what I want. I expect you there at 1 P.M. sharp.

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8:12 A.M.
From: Zoey

Yes, master. :) love ya

"Babe, who are you texting this early?" Kaitlyn asked, rolling over and trying to peek at his phone. He chuckled as he set it down and crawled on top of her, kissing her lips.

"Just the boys." He lied. "They wanted to know if I wanted the stripper to pop out of the cake, or just come in through the window."

She rolled her eyes and wrapped her legs around his back. "The window. Much sexier."

"Like you, eh?" He felt himself get hard, thinking of Zoey.

"Let's make sure the stripper can't milk you for what you're worth..."

They had missionary sex. Tyler came in a condom and threw it away.

The whole ordeal lasted about ten minutes.

He grinned, throwing the condom away. "You're so fucking awesome." He lied.

She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at him playfully. "I hope so. You're marrying me, so I'd better put out."

He sighed internally. 'Sure. Let's call that putting out.' He thought to himself. "Fuck yeah, you better." He said. She laughed and he got up and prepared for his day.

He dressed up and "Prepared to get ready for a wild night with the boys", then promptly left at 10 A.M. and bought everything he'd need for his true night out. He ate breakfast, cleaned up his car, and then drove to a hotel about twenty minutes away.

It was close to 1.

He nodded to the hotel receptionist. "Penthouse."

She smiled. "Of course, sir. She's waiting for you now."

He slid her a 100 dollar bill. "You're my favorite, you know?"

She bowed and tucked it into her shirt pocket. "What ever could you mean? Your wife is waiting. It's so strange however that she changes height and hair color so frequently."

He rolled his eyes and slid her another one-hundred. She giggled and took it. "I'm only poking. Your secret lies with me."

He gave her a once-over. "It's my bachelor party tonight. Do you want to join us?"

She actually looked a bit stunned. "Oh! Um..."

He reached into his wallet. "I don't think my...'wife' would mind. I have one thousand in it for your troubles."

"I, um...erm, I--"

"Two thousand."

She pursed her lips.

He grinned. "I'm only poking." He teased. "But...my secret isn't the only thing I'm interested in having you lie with."

He scribbled on a notepad on the counter. "My number. I'll see if 'my wife' would be interested. I'm sure she would be-- you're a little cute thing."

He began for the elevator.

"U-um. C-call reception if-if you guys need anything."

"I'll keep it in mind."

With that, he looked at his watch. 1 P.M. had rolled around. The elevator doors closed and up he went.