Page 31 of My Thursday Throwback

“Unfortunately. Your brother threw coins at me when I was dancing on stage at a strip club. One of the men thought I was a hermaphrodite and offered me money to perform a lewd act on him,” he said, frowning. His head hurt and throbbed. All he wanted to do was stay in bed all day and forget the entire letting loose escapade ever happened.

“Scott, did you have fun yesterday?”

He thought about it for a minute, until the few ideas in his head also made the gray matter jiggle and hurt. “Actually, I did.”

“Then that’s what matters. You did it all and managed not to get arrested,” she said.

“Well, I think we came close several times.” He tried to not laugh, his head pounded with not so subtle reminders. The sound of the doorbell made his eyebrows twitch in pain. “Who the hell is at your door this early in the morning?”

“It is probably your phone showing up,” she said throwing back the covers, bounding to her feet. Her modest pajamas covered her sufficiently as she peered out the peephole. A man on the other side of the door held up the phone.

“I have Mr. Berger’s phone,” the man said.

“One moment,” Zelda replied, grabbing a twenty from her wallet to tip the man through the crack in the door. Accepting the phone and passing the twenty, she thanked the courier, almost anxious to see what was on the phone. She powered it on, waiting for it to light up. She slid her finger across the screen but it was password protected.

“Baby, unlock your phone so we can see what you and Mike got into yesterday,” she said.

“Whatever happened, I am never speaking to your brother again and I am uncertain why my ass is hurting,” he said frowning as he rubbed his hand over his backside.

“Scott, do your hocks hurt, or your actual anus?” She said, growing concerned that the two of them had befallen some serious harm.

“Not quite my bunghole, but, you know like the seam. It’s really sore and tender,” he said rolling to his side.

“Maybe there will be a trail of breadcrumbs in the phone to explain what happened to your butt as well as your adventures in Las Vegas,” she said, handing him the phone for his password. He complied using his fingertip to slide over the screen and open the phone.

“Okay, let’s go to pictures, and we will start at the back...Oh my Jesus!” She said, scrolling through the photos. In reverse order, she went through the photos of Scott and Michael in the gondola. She frowned at the image of her brother urinating off the side of the small boat to the horror or parents covering the eyes of their children. Michael must have held the phone, snapping photos of Scott as he hurled meatballs, chunks of something brown, and loads of liquid all over the gondola operator.

Photo after photo of her brother and future husband, unleashed on Las Vegas would have been enough to have them both jailed for indecency, especially after the video of Scott in the strip club, with his man meat dangling from under the leg of his boxers. She didn’t want to laugh at him being chased down the street by security at the Bellagio, but he had the phone recording as he screamed: “you can’t catch me copper.”

Next came the image of the Capuchin monkey at the Aladdin, but her mouth dropped and breath was taken away by the images which came next. Images which explained why Scott’s butt was sore.

He and Michael paid a visit to an adult toy store specializing in unique items for adult pleasure. In the store was a specialized chair for women to take a seat, insert an attached friend and vibrate. The video showed Michael trying to convince Scott to try the chair, but the store owner advised them, there was a model made especially for men. A chair which vibrated and massaged the male underside which had special indentations to hold the testicles. Michael tried the chair first, jumping up with an obvious erection. The surprised look on his face made Zelda press her lips together to stifle the laughter. He looked as if he’d just discovered the pleasure of touching a breast. Overcome with joy, he encouraged Scott to try the chair as well.

The video showed 45 minutes of two drunken adult men having way too much fun in a vibrating chair. At one point, it seemed they were fighting over whose turn it was next.

“I think I found out why you ass is hurting,” she said showing him the video. Scott frowned in disgust as he viewed the replayed images of him and Michael fighting over whose turn it was to have their balls massaged by an inanimate object. Each time the chair vibrated, in what she assumed was his butt crack, the video showed Scott raising his knees, allowing a deeper vibration and grinning.

“Well, that explains that,” he said frowning. “I think I bought that stupid chair.”

Zelda fell back into the pillows laughing loudly. She had heard of letting loose, but Michael and Scott around alcohol was a bad idea. She leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“Let’s just stay in bed all day,” she suggested.

“That sucks even more than me being molested by a chair,” he grumbled. “I am too hung over to do anything but lie here and hope the room stops moving.”

“I will take care of you today,” she told him.

“Zelda, I am hoping that can be more permanent,” he said, trying to muffle the sound of his lips moving against his teeth. It sounded so loud.

“Scott, I am willing to take care of you for the rest of our lives. I look forward to learning how you will become my everything.”

“You don’t want to talk about all the stuff we fought about yesterday?”

“We didn’t fight. It was a discussion. I disagreed with some of your finer points, and you left in a huff. Scott, I am not going to heal in a few months, but if you are still willing to go on this journey with me, then I am all in,” she told him.

“For a moment there yesterday, I was scared that it was all coming to an end,” he said fluffing the pillow, wishing the stuffing inside of it would be quieter when he turned over.

“You aren’t getting away from me that easily, Scott Berger,” she said leaning over, resting her head on his chest. “Or should that be Scott, Mu-Fuckin’ Ham- Berger?”

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