He kept trying even though it only increased the pounding in his head. The image of Megan standing over him, her eyes full of desire, kept surfacing in his mind the harder he tried to push through the fog in his brain. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out where it had come from. Megan had never looked at him like that before. He was sure of it. But there was something about it that seemed more real than a dream. What happened last night?
By the time Paul pulled into his driveway, he wasn’t any closer to solving the mystery. The last thing he could positively remember was picking up the bottle of scotch to pour himself yet another drink, and almost dropping it. At that point, he’d decided that maybe he’d better stop.
That’s it. That was the last thing he remembered. What happened a
