Morgan's Missus
"What's going on with you?" Dave asked sizing up the younger man.
"Nothing."
"Morgan, something's going on. You've been fidgeting around me all morning."
"Garcia tells me that you two bonded over scotch."
"Don't worry; I took care of our girl."
"I'm not worried but you know how she gets after a few drinks."
"Tell me about it. She was three sheets to the wind before she reached the bottom of the second glass."
"And when she drinks she gets a little…you know…"
"Loud?"
"Yeah that and…" Morgan struggled to find the right words. "Sorta touchy feely."
"When isn't she?"
"True she's a touchy feely person anyway but get a little alcohol in her, especially something she's not used to like scotch and…"
"She's all over you like a cheap suit." Dave grinned enjoying Morgan's distress.
"Yeah, but not in a sexual way but some guys could get the wrong idea."
"And misinterpret the excessive cuddling as something more?" Dave asked not liking where this conversation was going.
"Not that you would ever…"
"You bet your ass I would never."
"Of course not. I'm not accusing you of anything it's just that sometimes after a couple of drinks adults, two single adults…
"Don't worry, Morgan. Your missus slept in the guest room. Alone."
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