The Morning After
Deena opened her eyes and tried to focus on the patterned ceiling.
Her head ached, and she knew that the moment she tried to move it, it would welcome in the mother of all hangovers.
This was not the best start to Christmas Eve!
She turned her head slightly and glanced at the back of Richard’s head.
So, it had not been a bad dream after all!
She remembered leaving the party to get some air and then halfway down the road she realised that Richard was following her.
She had been far too intoxicated to give him the slip. In fact, she seemed to remember having to use all her powers of concentration just to remain upright by that point of the evening.
Deena tried to think back to the events of the previous night.
She remembered the office party kicking off earlier tha
