We would always have a good night, frequently meeting groups of my friends or hers and ending up joining them, however her tendency to drink too much ...was still there, so I was always trying to find the right balance where she would have enough to be up for some sex when we got back to hers, but not have too much that she would pass out. As mentioned in the last story, she was an extremely heavy sleeper when she was drunk, and once she was out, you weren't waking her no matter what. Her parents. Anna pretended not to notice until the hand began moving up and down her leg. I could see Anna becoming more nervous the longer Shirley was touching her so I suggested we all move to my room for a quieter drink. Anna welcomed the decision and Mike bought some wine to take to the room. Once in the room Mike and I poured the drinks and Anna quickly gulped it down before handing me the glass back. Shirley took a hold of Anna and sat her on the bed. Mike and I sat on the sofa and settled down to. ‘You bastard! Who the hell is Katrina!’ she yelled. So enthralled had she been to receive his gift that she had not noticed a wedding band on his finger. ‘I-I-Inez, I-I-I made a mistake,’ he attempted to explain. ‘Katrina must’ve been on my mind when I placed the order.’ ‘How could you, Antoine?’ she asked between sobs. ‘Listen, we’ve been divorced for eight years now, but she was my first love.’ Inez curled her unkissed lips and hurled the box into the street, where it and the bracelet met. You're not... Totally spaced-out like she is. You're... What, I dunno. Conscious?" But that's..." I said. "Brandon, what's the line between me and her? What celestial coin toss or dice roll or roulette wheel or whatever made me conscious and her not? What if the situations were reversed? What if... I were just as spaced-out as she is, and she was totally conscious? Would people be—"His hand slipped around mine. "But you're not, Meredith. You're conscious and alive and beautiful and—" What if.