She was sitting at the bar, and I could tell she was the kind of woman a married man shouldnât look atâeven once.
But I thought I was safe enoughâuntil the third martini. Then all of a sudden my wife and kids seemed very far away. When I woke up the next morning, I had a large hangover, the scent of the girlâs perfume in my nose, and a murder rap around my neck. And I couldnât remember anything that had happened ⌠except the girl.