We Were Both Lost

 My Stories are all fictional Unless Proven Otherwise

I went to her Washroom. I needed to to take a shit.
There was a leopard thong on the floor.
I grabbed it.
It was Covered with blood.
It was stiff. I thought about sniffing it.
I did.  I shouldn't have. I put it away.
To the horror of my eyes there was no more Toilet Paper.
I scream in the dim lights for her, asking for it.
She opened the door with me all naked and exposed.

 "Hey dear how are you?"  I said.
"I don't have any toilet paper , I'm so sorry, we could crumble some pages of this note book.
You have to crumble them a lot so they don't hurt your ass." she said

"Give me a bar of soap. and don't ask any questions" I said

She hands me a bar of soap.

I got out of the washroom.

Her friend greatly intoxicated comes in. She told  us a story about her being in some kind of threesome. Lots of passion Involved.
Your mind does not have to be in the right place for passion.

Before we went to meet her we did a whole ritual of booze hiding.
We new she was about to be fucked up. and she was.
We needed to hide our booze.
It's a life source at times.
 
That friend said she needed to leave to fuck someone.
We understood. Maybe. Perhaps? I don't Understand shit really.
She left.
Our  Alcohol was safe.

She Spilled Some of Our Wine on the Floor.
Tragedy.
 I told her I once Loved her.
I said that I will do it forever.
We were both lost.