Not too smart, trying to make it when you're too drunk to do anything.I had spent a bit of time with them when they were still around the keg, and Ear... had introduced me to Linda as his best friend. So when Earl passed out, Linda came to me and said she needed a ride home by midnight. It was obvious that Earl wasn't in any shape to drive her home, and she knew no one else at the party. She lived about 15 miles away, so I agreed to give her a ride home as a favor to my best buddy.I opened my. Gone would be any stages of early grey strands, as it all sat now in alight brunette base with wheat undertones and some caramel highlights.A few inches were chopped off as it sat past his collar bone in front,and then across his shoulder blades in the back in a straight across,neat style. It was a precision cut, certainly feminine in shape yetstill not that different in length than what he had before. It waspartly pulled back beneath the white, lace maid headdress, and large yetsimple round. I glanced over at Greg and in the dim moonlight I could see he was tenting his boxers and he looked big!I figured being we were both a bit drunk, maybe Greg might be up for some mutual play. As he was going on talking about what he would do to Donna, I shifted slightly letting my hand rest against Greg's thigh. He either didn't notice or he didn't care, but he said nothing about it and kept going on about Donna. After a minute or so, I moved my hand, lightly brushing the hairs on his thigh.. I heard some rustling around as if she was removing more items from herpurse, but I wasn't sure what. After another few seconds of silence, thequiet, expectant calm of the room was broken by a loud series of clapsas she whacked my bare abdomen just above my groin, and then all aroundmy groin, and upper thighs. It felt like it was leather and it hurt alot. She was using a lot of force, not playfully slapping.After a minute or two that felt like an hour, with me screaming thewhole time, she.