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He helped me up onto the porch and held me up with one arm, while he unlocked his front door. There was already a light on in his living room which was surprisingly clean and decorated in masculine good taste.
“Wow,” I said. “This is really nice, Taz.”
“Glad you like it, sweetheart. Let’s head down this hallway to the bathroom, okay?”
“Okay, Taz. Whatever you say,” I said with a giggle.
True to his word, his bathroom was on the right at the end of the wide hallway. It was huge.
He left me standing against the wall while he rolled the sleeves up on the jacket of his tuxedo. He reached into the shower and started the water to get the temperature warm.
I felt myself slide down the wall, my legs now propped out in front of me. I was certain I looked like a limp, very puked-on rag doll. I could only imagine.
I felt Taz lift me and start unsnapping and unzipping my bridesmaid gown. I didn’t feel embarrassed about him seeing me. It was probably because I was still loaded.
He told me when to raise my arms, when to lower them, when to turn around.
In a matter of moments, I was stripped naked and underneath the warm, pulsating water of his shower.
Taz had removed his jacket and was lathering up a bath sponge, washing me from top to bottom. God - this felt really, really good.
He poured shampoo onto my scalp and instructed me to massage it in. I did the best that I could under the circumstances.
Once I was thoroughly rinsed, he shut the water off and helped me out, wrapping a big, fluffy towel around me.
“Can you stand here for just a minute while I get some clean clothes for you?”
“Uh huh,” I nodded, clutching the towel around me for warmth.
When he returned, he handed me a pair of sweats with a hoodie shirt. The shirt was grey and had black lettering. It read, ‘F B I’. How totally cool was that? He helped me dress.
Once dressed, I ran my fingers through my damp hair, trying to untangle it.
“Here,” he said, handing me a comb. I took it from him and started running it through my hair.
“Here’s a new toothbrush. Please use it.”
He picked up the heap of puked-on clothes piled on the floor and exited the bathroom with them.
I brushed and gargled. I combed my hair out and finally managed to take a peek at myself in the mirror. Some semblance of soberness was starting to return. Not enough to make me want to be anywhere but here though.
I gargled one more time for good measure.
I opened the large medicine chest over the sink to see if I could locate a bottle of ibuprofen or any other type of pain-killer. I was fairly certain a headache was to follow.
I couldn’t locate any type of pain-killer, but there was a wide assortment of Magnum® condoms.
There were heavy-duty, neon glow-in-the dark, large ‘reservoir’ for heavy loads (Oh my!) ribbed-for-her-pleasure, sheepskin, flavored (Really?) lubricated, non-lubricated. My head was starting to spin reading all of the various descriptions. I quickly slammed the door to the medicine cabinet shut.
Once I left the bathroom, I padded down the long, hardwood floor of the main hallway looking for Taz. He was in a bedroom off of the living room, making up the bed with clean sheets and pillowcases.
“Feeling a little better?” he asked.
“A teeny bit. I’m really sorry, Taz. I am so embarrassed. I don’t know what got into me.”
“Way too much alcohol, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it. It happens to the best of us. Something about having a shitty couple of years, huh?”
“Oh, that,” I said with a shrug. “I guess I was hosting my own little pity party. Sorry, I drug you down with me.”
