CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE – STICKING TO TRADITION

At some point during the night's debauchery, Jasmine found herself sandwiched between Gordon and Sandra at the makeshift bar, merrily trading outrageous stories from their glory days. "– and that's how I ended up streaking across the main quad in nothing but a pair of rain boots and a strategically placed bottle of Jagermeister," Sandra concluded, throwing back the dregs of her cocktail with a satisfying gulp. Beside her, Gordon choked on his drink, sputtering as tears of mirth streamed down his reddened cheeks. "Please tell me you're making that up," he gasped between wheezing peals of laughter. Sandra simply shrugged, utterly unperturbed by Gordon's incredulous reaction. "A lady never kisses and tells," she remarked with an impish wink. "Unless there's a sufficient amount of tequila involved, that is." Jasmine snorted into her glass, torn between amusement and mild disbelief at the veterinarian's patently unapologetic brand of debauchery. The charismatic redhead was swiftly cemen