The clock seemed to be stopped, it wasn’t. The thought of going to Yesterday’s after work was wearing on my mine. The last time I went there I got so wine that I had to be helped to the car. Not tonight, I hope that Karen meant it when she said Mark wanted us to go to his house after the club. I had met Karen on the job. We worked on the same line and got to visit while we worked. Since we were both single and were not attached we often went for a drink after work to unwind. If either of us got lucky we made other arrangements for a ride home. Now we shared an apartment to save money, it worked too.
When ever one had company the other either stayed out or stayed in their room until the company left. Not that we had a lot of company. Tonight was supposed to be special. Mark had asked Karen
