TWENTY-NINE

Aftermath

Lolita woke up with a shitty headache. She rolled to the side of her Queen sized bed, only to fall flat on her face to the ground. With her headache skyrocketing to the mountains, she groaned and stayed still for a minute to catch her breath. Her head was pounding and felt heavy; and as if that wasn’t enough, she was naked.

“Shit!”

She jumped off the ground and stood awkwardly in the mirror, watching herself. “How did this happen?” she cried. “Oh my god, did I do something I shouldn’t have?”

Her face immediately flushed red. She grabbed the sheets off the bed and rolled herself in it like a sack, still standing in front of the mirror. She looked like a bag of burritos, but at least she was covered and her shame wasn’t glaring straight into her face. Lolita couldn’t bear to look at herself so she began to look around the room.

“Something would give it away. A pack of condoms, stained sheet, rough clothes,” she mumbled to herself.

Just as the thought registered in her brain, s