#49 Bachelor Party

I guess I could sympathize. I guess if they had done the same thing to me at my bachelor party, I would have been pissed too. Jerold had over reacted, though. My wince echoed across the men’s room as I wiped the blood from my face. I was positive that my nose was broken. There was no excuse for this!

I stood there in front of the mirror and stared at my swollen face. Jerold had finally quit vomiting and had emerged from his stall and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Our eyes met briefly in the mirror. He turned and stormed out of the restroom. The lap dance had been bad enough. We should have stopped it, though, when he started feeling her up. Even with the Mardi Gras mask covering most of her face, I still expected him to realize that it was his sister.