”He stared at me as if thinking he might have said the wrong thing, then shrugged and stood up. “Get a bottle of something. I need another drink.�...�I bought another bottle of the Malbec and we walked back to the flats. It was getting colder and snow was in the air. I shivered, whether from the cold or something else I couldn’t tell. Once inside Sam’s flat I opened the wine while Sam produced two glasses. He sat on the sofa, his legs tucked up beneath him, and I dragged a chair over to face him.. Whenhe went to his wife's office, her secretary recognised him from thedrinks party and she had been pre-warned what had happened by thepolice. There were a couple of outstanding matters which he dealt with,then went on to the psychiatric hospital to visit his wife.He couldn't stay with her to talk. As soon as she saw him she startedshaking and screaming about what had she done and begging him to forgiveher over and over. She had to be given a sedative injection and takenback to her room. . "Are you trying to get me drunk?" I ask. You look at me and grin, "Why would I do that?" You pour me a third shot, but before I can drink it, you take it into my bedroom. As I walk into my bedroom, you hand me my shot; I close my eyes as I let the burning liquid slide down my throat. I hear a click as you lock my door. I turn around and walk toward the door when you push me against the wall, pinning my arms. You lean in close to me and whisper, "I think I've waited long enough to get you. And since school had finished earlier in the week, Clarissa and I decided to have our night in front of the telly on Friday and treat the ball as our date night. She cooked yet another meal that made my taste buds dance for joy—a turkey breast steak stuffed with leek, mushroom and bacon and topped with melted cheese—and watched me eat it, as she always did, wearing the most satisfied of her many gorgeous smiles.After swallowing the last delicious mouthful, I sat back, closed my eyes and.