Hell yeah, I was ready to party. Only I would have to figure out a way to cast off my prairie bonnet without looking as if I’d been a complete phony all along. I turned down the radio. Brett shot me a look.

“Um, sweetie?” I eyed the pint of Jack Daniels nestled in his crotch. I wanted it almost as badly as I wanted him. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

He took a drag of his cigarette and shook his head.

“Do you still want to spend this weekend together? Because if you don’t, it’s okay with me.”

Fat stinking lie, but I with Brett’s atypical behavior, I was fishing for reassurance.

He took another gulp of whiskey. I could taste it going down.

“I’m sorry.” He stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray. “I have a lot on my mind. I absolutely want to spend the weekend together.” He reached over, took my hand, and gently squeezed. Restraining myself, I squeezed back, just the right measured amount. Inside, I fainted with relief. Brett held up the pint.

“Care to join me?” he asked.

“Gee. Well, sure, I guess.”

I wanted to suck on that bottle so hard my lips puckered. I forbade my hands to grab the whiskey, forcing them to stay folded in my lap until Brett handed it to me. I took the pint, raised it slowly to my mouth, and when Brett wasn’t looking, guzzled down as much as I could in one swallow.

“Wow, this stuff burns,” I said, innocently.

By the time we drove up to the hotel, I had the pint between my legs, a cigarette in one hand, and Brett’s penis in the other.

Brett opened the door to our suite, and we stumbled inside, falling together on the bed. We kissed furiously. This was what I’d been waiting for! I climbed on top of him, pulled his T-shirt over his head, and ripped open the bodice of my dress. In my fantasy, it was supposed to be Brett who ripped my dress, but Brett didn’t seem to be picking up the cue, so I ran the show for us both. Finally, we were naked, our bodies grinding, entwined. I worked my way on top of him, opened myself, and took that hard, big, Texas-sized penis inside me. Brett groaned with pleasure, I thought, but simultaneously he shrank. I swiveled my hips, bounced a little, kissed him, sucked on his earlobe, but he continued to melt inside me. In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, I bit one of his nipples.

“Ow!” he cried out and slipped out at the same time.

“Sorry. I was just trying to, y’know...” I felt exposed, afraid I had revealed too much of my lustful nature and turned him off.