It was the 90's and the original four of Kiss were reuniting with each other by doing one last tour together.
So far, Ace and Peter were doing good and not getting high on drugs like cocaine and drinking too much alcohol.
I woke up on a Monday morning by myself.
We were supposed to be up and ready to go to our flight to the next tour location.
Or at least that's what I thought.
Paul was sleeping peacefully in his hotel room.
With a mischievous grin, I took out a taser and held down on the red button to wake him up.
Paul woke up screaming and once he regained his composure, I was laughing my ass off.
"Why the hell did you do that"?
He asked me in a huffy voice.
"I thought we had to be at the airport by 2 in the afternoon. It's already 8:30".
I told him.
"No, it's a day off. That's tomorrow".
Paul explained.
"Ohh..."
I looked over at the alarm clock that was on the nightstand and then jumped into the bed.
"What are you doing"?
Paul asked.
"I'm going back to sleep, and we're sharing the bed".
I smiled, and then scooted over closer to him.
"Okay, fine. But don't wake me up like that again".
Paul watched as I snuggled next to him underneath the blankets.
He had to smile when he saw that I wasn't wearing anything to bed.
