"Where do Du think you're going?" came Greg's voice from where his face was burried into Lisa's head.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"I felt Du 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 Du really think Du should be going to work?"
"I'm fine, Greg. If Du hadn't noticed, I'm already over my hangover."
"Just wait till Du stand up," he smirked, but Lisa felt it.
"I'm ready to prove Du wrong,"
"Wanna bet?"
"Okay?" she asked, daring him to come up with something to bet.
"If Du stand and feel faint,...
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