As you lie there motionless, Deborah rolls on top of you, pushing you onto your back.

    She sits up and grinds her hips into you.

    "Mmmmmm," she moans.

    You do not move.

    "Ooh!" exclaims Deborah, feeling the crushed ice through your underwear.  "Kinky!"

    You do not make a sound as Deborah removes your underwear, and starts to have her way with you.

    At one point she runs her hand over your face, and you're sure she notices your lack of a giant handlebar mustache, but if so, she acts completely oblivious, continuing to writhe about in her sexual frenzy.

    When she's finished with you, she collapses beside you on the floor.  Within minutes she is asleep again.

    You decide you'd better get the hell outta there now before BOOG gets back.

    You pull your undies back on, and sneak over to the attic opening.

    Cautiously you check the hall below.  The coast seems clear, so you drop down and quickly take the back stairs down to the kitchen.

    "Yo, Brad, you seen Deborah around?" asks BOOG as you enter the kitchen.

    "Yeah, she's up-- uh... no, uh, no, Deborah?  No, nope, no... sorry, I have not seen Deborah."

    BOOG looks at you funny for a moment, but then walks off.

    You head down to the basement and stay there for the rest of the day just to be safe.

    For the next few days you occasionally look back on that event and wonder whether perhaps she knew it was you the whole time.  "Nah," you decide.

    But nine months later when Deborah gives birth to her first child, you find it rather interesting that she names him "Soupy".