Another Monday Morning
You may have had a little too much to drink too as you waltz over to where Melanie is sipping the last of her martini. You take the martini and set it on the table before slipping your arms around her.
"You must think I'm easy," says Melanie, sitting down with you on the edge of the bed.
"Why, no," you reply.
"And why not?" she asks, unbuttoning your shirt. "Why do you think they sent me here to woo these silly old men?"
Little is then spoken in words, but much is said in action. You awake the next morning about nine. Melanie is still sleeping. You have a presentation at three that afternoon.
"You must think I'm easy," says Melanie, sitting down with you on the edge of the bed.
"Why, no," you reply.
"And why not?" she asks, unbuttoning your shirt. "Why do you think they sent me here to woo these silly old men?"
Little is then spoken in words, but much is said in action. You awake the next morning about nine. Melanie is still sleeping. You have a presentation at three that afternoon.