The Henderson's had thrown a successful party at their home, welcoming one and all with gallons of booze. George awoke, feeling the worst for wear, and looked at his half-asleep wife next to him in the marital bed.

"Darling, I simply must ask you. Was it you I screwed in the bathroom last night?"

Prue rested on her elbow and looked into the distance as her head thumped like a drum. She gave her husband of twenty years a cool look and spread her hands.

"Roughly what time?"

END