She asked him so many questions he was sure he could feel the rotation of the earth. He had only asked her one question. Now he regretted it

Around midnight the cocktails got stronger. The customers downed them with vigor and threw up and drank more. And there was song. And boobs.

There were many ways she could blackmail him. He’d put himself in a vulnerable place. He kind of liked it there. Then she went to the media.

She stood before the door. Thinking things through. Finally, she rang the bell. He answered. And he smiled. Then she kneed him in the groin.

She served coffee and then the couples sat around talking about love. Except one couple. They looked uncomfortable. Because they were happy.

And then she says, You don’t know the real me, and then he turns on the fan and farts into it, and she stands there, stunned. Damn, she says