"Tom… come on, honey. We're going home now." She turned his arm harder. He pulled abruptly away.
"What'sha think you're doing to me, bitch? I know what'sha want. Ya wanna get me home so you can try'ta fuck me again, don't sha? Well, I won't do it! Why don'sha get one of your pretty boys to do yer stud service for a while?"
The redhead was mortified. She stood helplessly in front of her husband, her head hanging, her eyes filling with tears. Linda put an arm around her shoulder.
"Don't pay any attention, honey. It's just drunk talk."
Heather snuck a glance at the other guests. They had stopped staring now. Obviously they were trying to give her a little privacy. She was grateful.
"I wish that's all it was!" she said, looking hopelessly at her friend.
Jake came over and joined them. He was a big man, and it took little effort for him to haul Tom to his feet. "I'll take him home for you, Heather. I don't think he could make it on his own two feet."
Heather smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Jake." She waved at the guests from the doorway. "I'll be seeing you, Linda."
The blonde took both her friend's hands. "I want you to come over for breakfast Monday morning. We can have a good long talk when we've got the men out of our hair."
The younger woman squeezed Linda's hands. "Okay. See you Monday." She hurried after Jake and her stumbling husband. The big man took Tom all the way up to the bedroom and stretched him out on the bed.
"Anything else I can do for you, Heather?"
"No thanks, Jake. You've been a big help. Thanks a million. I'm sorry we spoiled your party."
Jake grinned at her. He was a handsome man, with steely gray just starting around his temples. "What do you mean 'we'? Let Tom take responsibility for his own fuck-ups. You were the hit of the party. There wasn't a man there who wasn't sorry to see you go."
She smiled ruefully. "Thanks, Jake. I needed the ego boost."
He reached out and gave her shoulder a brotherly squeeze. "See you later, beautiful."
"See you, Jake."
When her neighbor was gone, Heather stared ruefully at her husband who was snoring peacefully on the bed. He had passed out the minute Jake laid him down.
She felt a sudden fierce surge of anger. Her whole evening was spoiled! And now, while everyone else was having fun, she was going to have to sit around listening to a drunk snore! She kicked her shoes across the room. They scattered and fell in opposite corners. She stripped off her dress and flung it into the clothes hamper in the closet. When she had removed her underwear and stockings, she admired her nakedness for a moment in the dresser mirror.