my "walk of shame" story is not really a walk but a very embarrasing situation. I was with my boyfriend at his house here in Austin during Thanksgiving my freshman year in college. His parents were suppose to be out of town the whole holiday weekend. I think it was Friday or may have been Saturday morning we were in bed upstairs asleep (at least we weren't in their bed
). They both walked into the room and found us. It would not have been so bad if they weren't southern baptist-oh lordy. Needless to say I guess I did a walk of shame down the stairs to my car to go back home to A&M.
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