Susan Tillman

The sunlight pours into your bedroom and makes you squint in pain. Your head is killing you and fir the one thousandth time you swear off alcohol. You hung out with your friend from university to comfort her about a recent breakup. Susan is a great friend but her taste in lovers is less than stellar. Barbara, her last girlfriend, only cared about her motorcycle. You stand and groan. Managing to pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt you pad your way to the bathroom to take care of the reason that woke you up. Looking into the mirror you see a bleary eyes version of yourself. And the lipstick on your lips. Then you recall it. Susan, eight gin and tonics into the night had leaned over and kissed you. Not a "hey, thanks for being here for me" kiss, more like "take me to bed or lose me forever" kiss. You wash your face. It isn't anything more than a drunken mistake.Or was it? You smell coffee brewing and your body just starts following it. In your kitchen you see Susan sipping at a mug of coffee. She sees you and a faint blush creeeps over her cheeks.