Thrown out...

"Get the fuck outta' here, Ross! Omigod!!" Monica screams, pulling bed sheet up over her lower half. Though it has a slight comic effect: with the way she's sitting now, the dildo sticks out of her at an angle making it look like she's got a hard-on making tent out of her sheet.

I quickly hop out of the room, putting my piece away and zipping up my pants as I head for the door. Once I'm out in the hall, I pause for a second, and just breath. What the hell was I thinking back there?!!

I sigh and head down the hall to the stairs, wondering how I'll explain all this to Monica and everyone else later...jeez, what a day...