She had already had more to drink than she usually allowed herself in an entire evening. She just felt that she was going to need it although, so far,... the party had been surprisingly mild... "Here, Kit. You're about to pass me up. Don't do that."The young wife turned and stared at the paunchy man on the couch. He was right--he was the one she had volunteered to get a drink for... "Oh, sorry, Mr... Mr..." Henry, honey, call me Henry. Here, sit down by me. You look a little wobbly. Let me have. ." said Adam warily. "And what's the bad news?" I only gave you enough blood to operate one at time."Why are men so bad at sex and driving?Because the bastards always pull out with no thought of who else might be coming.What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.How can you tell if a man is really well hung?When you can just slip your finger in between his neck and the noose.What do men and tights have in. Finally she pulled back."Now you can ask me things." What's your middle name?"She blinked. It was obvious she hadn't expected that kind of question."It's Anne, you goob," she said. Her voice sounded careful, like she thought he might be playing a joke on her.He frowned and then his face relaxed."Oh. I thought Lou Anne was one word." Nope. My father wanted a boy. His name was Louis and he wanted a junior. Then I came along and he couldn't resist calling me Lou. My mother insisted on a feminine. .” She looked down and began to fidget.“Really?” Tiff asked. “You’re really not messing with me?”Alaina shivered a little from the cold as she looked back up.Tiff was staring at her hopefully.Why is she so afraid? She brought her right hand up and brushed it along the side of Tiff’s face, causing the other girl to close her eyes and lean into the fingers on her cheek. Alaina ran her hand down that artistic curve of her date’s neck and along her shoulder under the coat. She smiled gently..