"It could be lots of fun," thought Jenna, "Mac's a prick but I better follow his plan."
"Drink up, Mitch," she said, "We've got things to do."
So Mitch chugged his drink without asking Jenna what it was they had to do.
"Let's go," Jenna said locking her arm in Mitch's. She led him out of the bar.
When the outside air hit his face, Mitch stopped.
"Where we going?"
"We're going to see your wife, Mitch. Don't you remember?"
"Yeth, of courthe, I do," Mitch lisped slowly as if he was trying to remember something.
"Your wife, Sugar. She's working tonight," Jenna added.
"Thugar. My wife? Working?" Mitch questioned.
Hailing a cab, Jenna whispers to Mitch.
"Yes, I'm so glad you've been cured of your lisp. Too bad you feel so tired. You'll probably fall sleep as soon as you get in a cab," Jenna prompted.
Mitch looked at her quizzically.
A taxi pulls up next to them and stops. Jenna opens the door and pushes Mitch in. He immediately closes his eyes and falls asleep.
Jenna crawls in after him and tells the driver where to go. |