![]() Nobody knew it was her who sent the message, so there was nothing to worry about. Still, the whole point of the site was that it was anonymous, anyway. “I need to stop surfing when drunk and horny.” I actually e-mailed someone! She picked her coffee back up, holding it close like a shield from her stupidity. It bounced off the cushion and landed on the other end of the couch. She dropped the phone like it was on fire. The website, the cute pictures, the e-mailing of something incredibly slutty to a guy she didn’t even know the name of… Parts of the previous night came into sharp focus. Spam, a terrible sale on furniture she didn’t need, and an e-mail to confirm she’d joined a site she didn’t recognize. She turned it off standby to find that she had three new e-mails. She wriggled into a better position and thumped her feet onto the coffee table, the motion knocking and drawing her attention to her cellphone. ![]() The rest of the day could wait until the caffeine started working. Twenty minutes later she dropped onto the couch with a coffee cradled in her hands. She sat up in bed and rubbed at her bleary eyes. When had she gone to bed? The last thing she remembered was a trip to the recycling bin in the kitchen to drop off the empty bottle of wine, and then nothing till her brain had started to melt a few minutes ago. More accurately a small explosion somewhere behind her eyes as her hangover decided she’d slept long enough and that it was time to face the day with a groan and a muttered promise never to drink again. ![]()
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