The next day

Around 2pm the next day I get a text from Millie:

"Hey, what happened last night, I got really drunk and then I don't remember much until I woke up at home this morning."

"You were very ladylike, you went to the bathroom, and when you came back you said you had a bad stomach, so I took you home." I text back, thinking that is a good cover story if she feels her ass is sore and gets suspicious since a stomach bug could also explain a sore ass.

"Oh, ok, I hope I did not do or say anything stupid?" She texts back.

"No, drinking **** and stomach bugs don't mix, so understand completely you had to go home early, and you were very ladylike as I said"

"Ok, thanks sugar. xx" She writes.