Henry tried to open his eyes but with the way his head was pounding, it seemed like an impossible task. What day was it and why did he have such a raging hango...... Marjorie. Even as he thought of her name, he knew what he should be feeling was anger, not excitement. She'd gotten him drunk and like the stupid fool he was, he'd let her. She looked too beautiful to resist in that sexy black number she'd worn. He hadn't stopped staring at her cleavage all night, thinking what it would be like Fuck her tits then come all over her face. Great now he had a hangover and...