A most adorable squeal was emitted. "Now, I'm keeping little notes about, you know, what we're doing, you know, otherwise, you know. So that I'll have...a record to show you and help me to recount our, you know, if you'd like to hear, or, read that litany of you know what. Does that make sense, Cully? Or, I'll just throw them out once I get home if you don't want them."I knew immediately to whence she spoke. The thought of pouring over those "you know" notes in that adorable left handed cursive. I got back from my lunch break to a voicemail, having left my phone at my desk. "Oh, hey. I decided to head over to Trish's early. I finished packing and figured you wouldn't be home until late again anyway. See you on Sunday," she said as nonchalantly as if she were going to the grocery store. "Fuck, It's too late!" I said, cursing myself for not confronting her already. I decided to call her hoping maybe she would turn around and wait for me to get home. It was a long shot but I had to try.. And so it was that I was round at hers one New Year's Eve. At the time I was 22 and she was 28. Her ex-boyfriend had recently moved out following an argument and I hadn't had a girlfriend for a couple of months. After much discussion on whether to go out or stay in for New Years, we decided to relax in front of the TV and see the New Year in relatively quietly. We had been drinking champagne fairly steadily for the 3 hours leading up to midnight and were more than a little bit tipsy when the. The blond unceremoniously dropped the bound man onto the carpeting in the cavernous den. The blond then snatched his head off the floor, turned it to her gnarling face, and said in a low voice, ?You gave us the wrong numbers. That was a bad move, pig.?This whole operation took on a different tone than when it started, all of the participants seemed to sense. The three women were going to empty the house as per their friend, the ex-wife. Once the action began, the bound male knew he was in.