Randall was browsing through her facebook pictures of Miss Card at a club when he did double-take. "Hey, isn't that Miss Wells and Miss Esposita?" he asked.
You looked at the series of pictures. Miss Card was in a very hot minidress with short boots - clubbish but still tasteful, not at all risque - with two similarly dressed women labelled 'Amanda' and 'Carla'. "Yeah," you agreed, "I had Miss Wells for math and Allison took Spanish under Miss Esposita." Both were youngish teachers at your school, though not as new (nor quite as attractive) as Miss Card.
He paged through various pics and then dug through her facebook messages. "Looks like they're pretty tight - best friends. Guess I'll need to bone up on them if I'm gonna pass as 'Laura'," he added. "At least they're kinda hot!"
"Randall!" you said. "Hey, it's the truth," he responded with a light blush appearing on his cheeks. "Anyway, I can do that later. But I'll need to know a little about them and their friendship if I'm going to pass as Miss Card. It's not like I'll be able to avoid them."
"Yeah," you admitted. "This just gets more and more complicated."
He shrugged. "Eh, I'll get by. I always do."
At that precise moment your phone rang. It was your mom. "Hey Mom," you answered. "Tim, is everything going alright? Is Laura handling things well?"
You rolled your eyes at Randall and mouthed silently "It's my mom." You took a breath and said "Yes, Mom, we're okay. 'Laura' is doing great. Just getting settled in, checking the place out."
"Do you want to come over for dinner? Or should I bring something by?" she asked.
You looked at Randall and whispered "Dinner?"
He shook his head 'no.' "We've got some food here and Ran...I mean, Laura is kinda tired. We'll just see you tomorrow," you told her.
"Well, if you're sure," she said. "But if you need anything - anything at all - just call us."
"Yes, mom, don't worry, I will," you answered. You bade her goodbye and got off the phone as quickly as you could.
Randall spoke up "She means well and I love her, but I just didn't feel like dealing with 'Laura' this and 'Laura' that - and anymore lessons on womanhood tonight. I'm sure I'll have to go through more of that tommorow."
"I get it," you said sympathetically. "Mom cares but she can be overwhelming sometimes." You felt a rumble in your stomach - the snack you ate was already wearing off. "So what do you want to do for dinner?" you asked.
"I don't feel like getting out tonight. Maybe tomorrow, but let's just stay in for now. We can find something in the kitchen," he answered.
The two of you looked through the cabinets and fridge. Given his response to the snack earlier, Randall was no longer so quick to dismiss the type of food Miss Card kept. "Why don't we try this and see what it's like?" he said, pulling a pizza out of the freezer. It was some kind of 'healthy' pizza - low fat cheese with lots of veggies. "I'm game," you responded.
He put it in the oven to heat. "Hey, did you notice your new **** collection?" you asked pointing to bottom of the pantry. Curious, he walked over to take a look. There was a small wine rack with 6 bottles in it, a bottle of tequila, and some rum. "Hey!" he said, "there was some margerita mix in the freezer. How about some drinks?"
"Sure," you answered enthusiastically. It was tough for the two of you to slip **** - your parents were fairly strict and his were much worse.
He pulled out the tequila while you grabbed the other ingredients and started mixing. Before the pizza was out of the even, the two of you were on your second glasses. You both felt stressed from the strange situation and events of the last couple days, so the liquor was a welcome relief. The couple hours were a blur as you ate and drank...and drank. You awoke later that night to find...
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