I woke with a dry mouth and throbbing head. Through bleary eyes I didn’t recognise the image of the surroundings which danced crazily around inside my head. I stopped to think for a minute. Hmmm…. It was clearly obvious that I was suffering the ill effects of drinking too much from the night before, but this didn’t shed any light on where I was, what time it was, how I got to be here, or indeed, what day it was. God, I really must have been very drunk.
I pulled myself from the horizontal position I was lying in on some stranger’s sofa to sit upright and almost instantly regretted doing so. The room spun round and round, nausea engulfed me. I lied back down again to keep myself from throwing up. It was then recollections of the previous night’s events started to spring in to my mind. Music… I remembered there had been music. Music and lights. That’s it! There was a disco we were at. We not I? I paused. My wife Lin was there with me. Yes, okay, we were there together, but where was I now, and more to the point where was she? I continued my train of thought, trying to remember more. We had been invited to a wedding reception, some friends of Lin’s were getting married. When I say friends, they were more like acquaintances and when we got there we hardly knew anyone.
So far so good, my memory seemed to be restoring gradually as I traced the night’s events. I idly thought a little more about it. I picked up from where I left off. We hardly knew anyone there, but everyone was really friendly, laughing, joking and after a while we found ourselves sitting on a table with some close friends of the bride and groom. We talked like old friends, buying rounds of drinks for each other, dancing and generally having a good time. By now my memories were becoming a little more obscured by this time I think that the alcohol was taking its toll. I remembered the disco stopping for what must have been the end of the night and getting into a car driven by one of the men we had befriended on the table. I sat in the front passenger seat, Lin had sat in the back in-between two other friends of the man driving the car. Mike and Steve, yes, that’s what there names were. John was driving. The journey to wherever we were going to lasted a fairly long time, but Lin seemed to be enjoying herself, whispering and giggling with the other two in the back. We eventually pulled up in a driveway in a house, got out and went inside. And that was it that’s where I was in John, Mike or Steve’s house. Ah, I thought, one piece of the puzzle solved.
We went inside and I was poured another drink. Someone put some music on. Music….
Lin was dancing with John in the sitting room, some slow songs were playing and they were fairly close to each other. At first I didn’t notice it, although it must have happened practically the moment they started dancing, John’s hands were resting on Lin’s arse. This progressed from a gentle caress to a full-on grope. And yet I sat there saying nothing. This, now, being sober, made me feel sick to the bone, my wife had been touched up in front of me and I had quite plainly accepted it. Maybe it was the drink, maybe I was being naive, but this was for sure Lin was being quite clearly being groped by this man and obviously knew it, and yet she said nothing neither, there again, I thought to myself, if I were enjoying a little fun and my husband didn’t object, neither would I.
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