She is slender like my girlfriend, and about the same height, and her hips would fit in my hands in exactly the same way as I bounced her up and down on my lap or fucked her from behind on all fours. She is blond, and her face is obviously different, and her eyes are not quite the same color, and she has a very different personality but she is obviously interested and I am obviously drunk. The company likes us drunk and flirting. Not at work obviously but after, especially at the end of a good quarter. It helps tie our most interesting memories to the company's profitability. At least that's my theory after a beer and two glasses of wine.

Funny thing about the wine. She said she wanted another and I was being gallant to differentiate myself from her husband and be endearing and I tried to order for both of us but being drunk I didn't realize the bartender had already heard her so he bought her one glass and me two and I drank them both in rapid succession leaning in close to hear her talk but mostly just to be close to a woman who is interested in me.

I can tell that she would fuck me, that she would have to argue with herself first, and that she might regret it after, but she would if I cajoled her, if I touched her, and I am touching her, leg against leg as I lean off my stool toward her. She does not draw away. She can tell that I am drunk and she asks if I need a lift and I can say yes. I can ask her to drive me to the train station. I can have her park her car in the same parking spot. I can kiss her and touch her until she is beyond resistance. I can coax her in to the back seat and lower her on to my cock and bounce her up and down. Maybe it will rain. If it doesn't, I can pretend. I can pretend it is raining. I can pretend she is my girlfriend. I can pretend we are starting over and do it all again.