[The mini-series, “Mount Bliss,” continues from “Southern Comfort” with this abridged account.]

CRASH!!!  Clankity, clank clank.

We all turned around and saw Lola standing, one hand to her mouth, surprise on her face, her bare feet standing in a puddle of booze and a silver shaker spinning on the ground.  Even the dogs froze in their frisky flirtations with Suzanne.

“Whoops!” said Lo.  “I’ll clean it up.  I’m so sorry.  I feel like such a fool!”

I went over to her and followed her into the kitchen where she grabbed some rubber gloves and cleaning stuff.  I was grateful for the excuse to get out of the crosshairs of Collin and Suzanne.

Lo returned to the living room and went over by the entranceway where she spilled, and she got on all fours to clean up in her little black nighty that she had been wearing.

. . .

Everyone was already watching as Lo cleaned up.  Now they were gawking. . . .

Lola’s Satin Nighty

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