Friday night was the very godsend for a little relaxation. You're in a bar, you're a little drunk, and you're ovulating. And he's the most handsome guy here, just eye candy. Very, very dirty dancing, you fucked him in the bathroom, in the parking lot, in the car, took him to your house. First thing you hear in the morning when you wake up in his arms, “We need to make up a romantic and beautiful story about how we met.” “What? Why?” “Because I'm not gonna tell the truth to our grandchildren.”














