Stephanie was thinking. She had to find a way to get out of the rest of the girls' night out without having them come home. She thought long and hard about it.
And then it hit her.
She walked out of the bathroom and found DJ jamming out on the dance floor.
"Hey, Deej," Stephanie said, "I'm not feeling very well. I think I'm going to go home."
DJ looked at her sister with a look of sympathy that only she could give, "aw, Steph, that stinks."
"Yeah, I think there was something wrong with my food," Stephanie said, faking an "I'm sick" voice.
"Okay, I'll go get Kimmy and then we can go home." DJ turned to look for her friend.
"No!" Stephanie stopped her.
DJ looked at Stephanie with a confused look.
"I mean, you guys keep having fun," Stephanie saved it, "I don't want to be the reason you guys have to cut your night short."
"But how will you get home?" DJ asked, "and who would take care of you?"
"I can take an Uber," Stephanie replied, "and Jackson and Ramona are there to help if I need it."
"Yeah, I guess that's true. Just text me if you need me to come home," DJ said. "Oh! And take these pills to Ramona. She asked me to pick them up earlier."
"I will. Have fun!" Stephanie wanted to jump for joy. She managed to compose herself, however, and walked to the doors. She was so horny that she subconsciously imagined everyone she walked past as naked.
She sat outside until her Uber had arrived. Once she got in the car, she took out her phone, put in her earbuds, and watched the porn film made just for her. But first, she sent a text to Jackson.
omw, i hope youre ready