Biff was feeling pretty good as he walked up to his from door. He fished in his purse for his keys. The task was a bit harder given the numerous drinks he had consumed. He found his keys and quietly opened the door.
When he came inside he found Sarah alone on the sofa watching TV. He remembered a few times from his old life when he would come over to wherever she was was and they'd make out on the couch. Sarah stood up when Biff came in and greeted. Biff noted that as she stood in front of him, making out with her was the last thing on his mind. He could still appreciate that she was an attractive girl but she just wasn't doing it for him right now, not the way Jeff had done earlier.
Sarah filled Biff in on their evening. She said Jon had been an angel. He ate all his dinner, had a few diaper changes, played some games, watched some cartoons and had been fast asleep in his room for several hours now. Biff thanked Sarah and handed her some money out of his purse. Sarah folded the cash and stuck it inside her bra. Biff noticed that Sarah was using his top and she shared the funny story of Jon peeing on her top. She said she hoped he didn't mind. Biff assured her he was cool with it. Sue used to borrow his t shirts in the past to sleep in and he always loved how they were so big on her but this was quite a different thing altogether. This top fit her perfectly.
Sarah quickly left and Biff grabbed a glass of water and sat at the kitchen table to digest everything that had happened this evening. He was exhausted but had had a very pleasant evening. He wasn't sure how he felt about the prospect of going on a date with Jeff but he would deal with all that later. He bent down and took off his heels, giving his feet a quick massage as he did so. He hoped Sarah was telling the truth about Jon and that they had a nice evening too. He felt strangely guilty about leaving Jon for the evening but if they had a nice time he'd feel better.
Biff finished his drink and decided to head up to bed. He tiptoed up the stairs in his bare feet, desperate not to wake Jon. He peeked into Jon's room just to be sure he was asleep. Thankful that he was he went into his own room. He closed his bedroom door and then reached behind himself to open the zipper on the back of his dress. He shimmied out of the dress, letting it pool at his feet. Next he unclasped his bra and also let that drop to the floor. He was a little bit too drunk to care at the moment. He kept his panties on and dug out a nightie from his dresser. The first one he found was a silky smooth pink nightie that fell around his knees. He popped it on, savouring the way it clung to his skin and caressed it. Really feeling the effects of the alcohol now he fell onto his bed and curled under the covers. He was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow.
