I managed to keep slurping them down until about 1am. It was closing time for them since it was midweek and I was very drunk. I tried to stand up from...the bar stool too quickly, and wobbled a little. Juliet saw that and came over to me. ‘I hope you are not driving.’ I looked down at her sweet face. ‘I just live across the street.’ I tried not to slur anything, but I had really put away too much in a short time. ‘Okay. Be careful.’ She let me go. I started walking toward the door, but I caught. I know I’m not stupid, but I was so unused to humor on that level for so long that my head whipped around, and I stared at her for one long second, my head canted at an angle as I furiously deciphered the message. Her eyes fell as I looked at her. ‘I’m sorry, I did not mean any offense.’ ‘No. No! I’m sorry, I’m just not used to such humor. It’s been forever since I heard things like that.’ ‘But what of your co-workers?’ A slight smile crept across my lips. ‘I would not exactly call that. “Almost four months. I’m just starting to show.”“Oh, so, is that why you’re upset about breaking up with your boyfriend?” I asked.“No. I don’t think he’s the daddy,” she said.“Oh, you don’t think? Who is it then?” I asked, happy there was no way it could have been me.“I don’t really know.”“And you’re not a slut?” I asked.“Fuck you! Not that it’s any of your business, but I was dating a guy for about a year. We broke up, so I had a few one-night stand, rebound fucks. Then I met my last. “Good, at least we won’t have to go through those awkward introductions.” She wore a long black gown that was opaque but her wonderfully shaped breasts were outlined by the backlighting that came from inside the room.Petra opened the door wide and held her hand out into the room. Melissa entered first followed by Richard. Both of them stopped when they had reached an area that represented the lounge and consisting of a sofa and chair, both of which were neatly placed facing each other.To one.