The Diary Of An Adultress: Seventh Entry
Apparently, I'm a 'banger.'
A little over two weeks later, I still hadn’t fully recovered from my harrowing bronchitis, but my coughing fits were down to a manageable frequency. I also figured I probably was no longer too contagious, so when the next night out dancing dusked (as it obviously couldn’t dawn), I felt good enough to go. It was already 8 PM when I joined the others for a peaceful before-party at their flat. I’d offered to drive again, ma...