We had a bit of a shindig one night. It was summer time and I always wear a short white skirt, high heels, t-shirt and Versace belt. My uniform, I'm not called Betty Boop for nothing.
End of the night, fell in to bed.
Woke up the next morning, absolutely terrified. I couldn't move my arms, and my legs were numb.
I yelled at Mark that something was terribly wrong. He took my sheet off, and all was revealed.
I'd started to get ready for bed and put my arms down the side of my skirt to try to wriggle out of it and passed out. Hadn't moved in 8 hours.
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