tomorrow J.D.'
John turned for the first time to see Liz 'WOW!' he heard himself say out loud.
Liz smiled 'what’s up?'
'You! you just look...so different' John stumbled over his words, partly because the whisky was already going to his head but also because he had never seen Liz dressed for a night out, make up fully done, killer heals, showing off her very shapely legs, definitely dressed to thrill. 'You look fantastic' he added 'what can I get you to drink?'
'Just a coke please, I'm driving, I'll have some wine when I get home.'
'OK if you’re sure.' 'Phil one coke and another pint over here please.'
'I'm sorry about Ian' John continued 'I've told him you and I would never get together, but he keeps trying to set me up. He means well.'
Liz took a sip of her coke 'shall we sit?'
John and Liz occupied one of the little nooks.
'Have you seen the crap they've written in the Mail?' John asked 'it’s just unbelievable.'
'Yes I read it; I just wonder where they get their so called information from?'
'From their bloody imagination if you ask me,' John leaned towards Liz and asked quietly 'the liver wasn't missing was it?'
Liz could tell that two pints and a double whisky were beginning to have an affect on John.
'How you getting home John, do you want me to give you a lift?'
'Yes, that would be very kind Lizbeth, but we're not going yet are we? Only just got here, shall we have another one?'
'One more, then how about we finish up and go back to mine for a glass of wine and something to eat, cokes not very inspiring, you could get a taxi from there.'
'That sounds like a very good plan to me, and I wanted to ask you about your lab coat.'
***
6.50 am, but instead of the usual screaming of John's alarm he was woken by the sound of a fizzing in his ears.
'What the fuck!' he grunted not even opening his eyes.
'Good Morning John' it was Liz's voice.
John opened his eyes with a start. 'What? Where am I? What are you doing here?' he said still semi dazed.
'Oh thanks a lot! I live here and you don’t remember anything about last night do you?' She was wearing a long fluffy white bath robe tied around the waist emphasising her figure 'I've brought you some alka seltzer, thought you might be a bit hungover, and there's coffee down in the kitchen if you want it.'
John sat up in bed then realised he was naked. He pulled the sheets up to his chin with one hand and took the seltzer with the other.
'What? Oh no sorry Liz, of course I remember' he lied 'I was still half asleep that’s all.'
Liz sat on the edge of the bed and smiled 'well I enjoyed it anyway,' she stroked Johns hand 'it was so much better than I ever imagined it would be, you're really quite a Tiger in bed aren’t you? I've been awake most of the night just thinking about it.'
John bristled with pride 'well what can I say, I enjoyed it too, it was fantastic. But you know, it takes two, I'm a bit out of practice I know, but I try, you though, how good were you?' John began to feel quite embarrassed and slightly out of his depth he couldn't remember a damn thing about the night before, but this was Liz, a long time friend and colleague, he didn't want to upset her by telling her he couldn't remember.
'Out of practice! Wow you were fantastic! I'm still trying to catch my breath, if that's you out of practice I can’t wait till you're back on form.'
She slipped her hand under the duvet and gently stroked his leg.
'Well, Yeh should be better still shouldn't it?'
'We could go again now if you want' she said in her best husky voice as she gently started to pull the sheets down from his chin.
John started to panic. 'Sorry Liz got a real bad headache, must have been the wine.'
Liz started laughing, 'I'm sorry' she said 'I can’t keep this up. You don’t remember do you? We got back here and after half a glass of wine you passed out, I put you to bed, this is the spare room.'
'Oh thank God, Liz that’s such a relief' he looked at her and
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