Sally walked into her apartment, one Saturday night. The led in Thomas Edson. She had to help him walk in, because he had a great deal of trouble at that moment!
He looked around. "Hey, this iznt my apartment!"
"Nope-it's mine!"
"Oh, yeah! But why didja bring me here?"
"Because it's closer to the restaurant than your apartment is."
"I'm not folloin' you too well!"
"I'm sure you're not, Tommy! Just relax, and I'll take care of you."
"Ok. Say, you didn't get me drunk so you could seduce me, didja?"
"Tommy, would I do that to you?"
"Naw, you wouldn't!"
"Of course not! Now, just sit on the couch, and I'll make some coffee for you."
"Ok."
He collapsed on the couch. She went into the kitchen and brewed coffee. Ten minutes later, she brought it into the living room.
"Now, be careful, this is very strong."
"Ok. Ya know, this iz the first time I've ever gotten drunk!"
"Well, there's a first for everything, Tommy!"
"You're shor right! Are you upset with me?"
"No, not at all, Tommy. "
"A li'l disappointed, perhaps?"
"No, really, it's ok."
"Thanx!"
He drank his coffee.
"The room's spinnin'!"
"I'll bet it is! Just relax, Tommy."
"Ok. Say, howja like one of my foot massages?"
"Sure, that would be nice. But drink the rest of your coffee, first."
"Ok."
He drank his coffee. She got up and put the cup on the table for him. Then she sat back down, kicked her shoes off, and put her feet in his lap. He massaged him. Unfortunately, he fell asleep in just a minute's time!
She smiled. "Pleasant dreams!"
She got up and walked over to him. She straightened his legs and put them on the couch. She also took his shoes off. Then she went to a closet and pulled out a bedsheet. She went back over to him and put the sheet over him. Then she gave him a kiss. Finally, she put her shoes back on and went to bed.
She awoke around 9:00, the next morning. She put on her robe and slippers and walked into the living room. Tommy was still asleep on the couch. She walked into the kitchen and began breakfast.
He woke up while she was doing that.
"Morning," she said.
"Where am I?"
"You're in my apartment, remember?"
He looked around. "Oh, yeah!"
"I guess you're not feeling too good, right now."
"No, I'm not! Listen, Sally, I'm sorry about last night. I drank way more than I should have!"
"It's ok, Tommy. That can happen to all of us. I won't think any less of you."
"You won't?"
"Of course not!"
"Oh, Sally!"
"Now, just lie there, and I'll fix breakfast for you."
"Uh, I don't feel much like food, right now!"
"Trust me, you will!"
"Ok."
She fixed eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. Fifteen minutes later she said, "Breakfast is ready."
"Ok."
He got up and sat at the table. She served the food, and they dug in.
"You're right, I do feel a little better," he said.
"Told you!"
"Sally, I have one question."
"Ask."
"My memory isn't too good, right now; did I behave myself, last night?"
"Yes, you did."
"I did?"
"Well, except for one thing."
"What was it?"
"You offered to massage my feet."
"You didn't let me, did you?"
"Sure, I did."
"You did?"
"And it felt nice-until you fell asleep, that is!"
"Oh, wow!"
She took her shoes off and began rubbing his legs with her feet.
"Sally!"
"Relax, Tommy!"
"I love you."
"I love you, too!"