"Mmmmm, so David, you glad I came?" Rachel stood so close, twirling her skirt a little as she faced me, with her head tilted back almost leaning her chest against me. Tipsy.

"Of course. It isn't often I get to. . ." but I stopped, caught myself. I did not want to finish that thought. The wine going to my head as well. Rather, I instead said, "Isn't it good?"

"What? What were you GOING to say?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me. Come on, I want to know. Say it." She ran her finger across one of the buttons of my shirt, playful, giggles. I know she was sensing it was about...