Murray woke up with a searing hangover. Looking around, he noticed he was in a bedroom he didn't recognize. And then he noticed that someone else was in bed with him:
Mary!
He rubbed his hurting head. "oh, no no no!"
He nudged her. "Mare, wake up!"
She woke up. Seeing him by her side, she got out of bed. "What are you doing in bed with me?!"
"That's just what I was wandering!" He looked around a bit. "We've still got our clothes on. I guess that's a good sign."
"That's true."
Her phone rang. "Hello. . . Oh, hi, Marie."
"Oh, God, no!," Murray said quietly.
"Murray? No, I don't know where he is. He had a bit too much to drink at my party, so I guess he's staying with one of the guys. . . Yes, I'll let you know if I hear from him. . . Goodbye."
"Thanks, Mare. What'll I tell her?"
"You'll have to think of something."
"I've got an idea. Can I use your phone, Mare?"
"Sure."
He made a phone call. "Hi, Lou, this is Murray. . . Pretty bad!. . . Say, has my wife called you, yet. . . Good! I need a big favor from you. . . Somehow, I ended up in bed with Mary!"
"WHAT?!" Lou's voice could be heard over the phone!
"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure nothing happened. We've still got our clothes on. Anyway, if Marie calls, could you tell her I spent the night with you?. . . Thanks, Lou!. . . See you Monday. . . Bye!" He hung up. "Lou will vouch for us."
"Good. Would you like some coffee?"
"No thanks. I'm already in the dog house. I'd better not make it worse!" He got up and looked around. "Where are my shoes?"
"I can't find mine, either. Maybe we left them in the living room."
They went there. It was still messed up from the night before. They found their shoes and put them on.
"My memory is coming back to me," she said.
"It is?"
"Yes. I think I now know what happened:"
Her party was just ending. Most of the guests had left. Murray was stretched out on the couch with his shoes off.
Mary kicked off her shoes and went over to him."
"Hey, Mur, I'z time to go."
"I can't get up; I'm drunk az a skunk!"
"Here, I'll help you."
She tried to get him up, but she couldn't.
"Guess I'm drunk az a skunk, too!"
They both giggled.
"Why don't you stay here, tonight."
"But what will my wife say?"
"She'z not here, iz she?"
He looked around. "Nope, she izent! Mare, you're a great friend!"
"Thankz! And to show you what a friend I am, I'll let you sleep in my bed with me!"
"But won't that be inappropopop. . . Inappropropo. . not right?"
"I'z OK. We'll keep our clothes on!"
"Good idea!"
Murray got up, and they stumbled into her bedroom together.
"Whish side?," he said.
"I'll take the right side."
"OK."
They got into bed, and fell into drunken slumbers!
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"Murray nodded. "My memory's coming back, too. That's pretty much what happened. That's the last time I drink too much!"
"Me, too! And I'm the hostess, I should've stayed sober!"
"Well, it could've been worse?"
"How so, Mur?"
"It could've been Ted in bed with you!"
She laughed, which cause her to rub her hungover head! "That's true! Murray, promise you won't tell anyone about this."
"Don't worry, I won't. If Marie finds out, I'm dead! I'll see you Monday. Maybe we can laugh about it, then."
"Maybe we will! Bye!"
"Bye."
He left. She cleaned up a bit, then went to her bedroom and slept until mid afternoon.
