She was sitting at the bar, and I could tell she was the kind of woman a married man shouldnāt look atāeven once.
But I thought I was safe enoughāuntil 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 girlās perfume in my nose, and a murder rap around my neck. And I couldnāt remember anything that had happened ā¦ except the girl.