"No… no, I couldn't stay now, Linda." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Things aren't very good between Tom and me right now. We shouldn't have come and spoiled your good time. Come on, Tom. We're going now."

She tried to pull him to his feet. He was a dead weight. He was awake now, but he wasn't looking at Heather.

"Tom… come on, honey. We're going home now." She tugged his arm harder. He pulled abruptly away.

"What'cha think you're doing to me, bitch? I know what'cha want. Ya wanna get me home so you can try'ta fuck me again, don'tcha? Well, I won't do it! Why don't cha 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."