"Where do wewe think you're going?" came Greg's voice from where his face was burried into Lisa's head.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"I felt wewe move; you're about to get up to go to work," he replied. "Don't go,"
"I have to,"
"You were up at 3 this morning with a headache and period pain, do wewe really think wewe should be going to work?"
"I'm fine, Greg. If wewe hadn't noticed, I'm already over my hangover."
"Just wait till wewe stand up," he smirked, but Lisa felt it.
"I'm ready to prove wewe wrong,"
"Wanna bet?"
"Okay?" she asked, daring him to come up with something to bet.
"If wewe stand and feel faint,...
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