The next afternoon, when Corrine finally rolled out of bed, she turned on the T.V.  The first image that she saw was Winston in handcuffs...and not in the provocative way that he was in the previous night.  The reporter on the screen was saying something about an investigation of the goings on at Radiance Recordings.

      "Claudia," Corrine said under her breath.  She ran into the bathroom and showered again (dreams of Winston can cause profuse night sweats).  She pulled up her hair, put on her makeup and a suit and drove to Wiston's office.  She knew that it wouldn't be long before his lawyers would get him out of jail.

      What should have been a twenty minute drive turned into a three hour wait in traffic.  There was a horrific pile up on the highway.  When she finally reached Winston's office, he was there...and very drunk.  His secretary warned her that he wanted to be alone, but Corrine ignored her.

      She took a deep breath before she opened the door, she had no idea what to expect.  When she walked in, Winston was slumped face down on his desk.  She walked toward him; he heard her footsteps.

      "I knew you'd come," he mumbled into his desk blotter.  Corrine walked around the other side of the desk to Winston and knelt down.

      "I tried to come sooner, but traffic was a bitch."

      "So's my soon to be ex-wife."

      "So this was Claudia's doing."

      Winston began to laugh.  "She...was waiting for me in front of the house this morning."  He laughed even louder.  "She begged me to take her back, it was pathetic...I ignored her...and went to jail."  His mood changed drastically.  "I went to jail!  That bimbo is going to..."

      "Winston," Corrine interrupted and ran her fingers through his hair.  "Settle down.  You're out of jail and..."

      "My life is going to be hell because of her..."  His tone softened and his speech started to slur a bit.  "But I have you, Corrine...wait, no...you have me...I made a contract with your body."  He stared at her breasts.

      "Winston, you shouldn't be here right now."  She forced a glass of liquor out of his hand.

      "I need that!"

      "No you don't.  C'mon, Winston."  She helped him up and walked him out of his office.

      "I'm taking Mr. Newquay to his home," she informed the secretary.  "He's slightly...um, inebriated."  She struggled to get him to the lobby, then into her car.

      "I don't want to go home...let's go to Aruba, Claudia's not in Aruba."  Winston's head flopped to the side.

      "You're going to bed," Corrine said becoming frustrated.

      Winston reached over and placed his hand on her thigh.  "Will you go there with me?"

      "No, Winston, you're going to sleep...and sober up."

      Winston started to pout like a child.  Corrine got him home as fast as she could.  She drove through the gates and up the driveway.  She pulled up in front of the house and shut off the car.  She got out and walked over to Winston's door.

      "Come on, Winston, up you go."  Corrine put an arm around Winston and helped him to the front door.  She rang the doorbell, but there was no answer.  "I need your keys, Winston."

      Winston laughed.  "They're in my pocket.  I suppose you'll need to go in after them."

      "You're impossible, Winston."

      "No, I'm just a little naughty."  He laughed more as Corrine quickly reached her hand into his front pocket and grabbed his keys.  "You don't need to take your hand back you know."

      "Yes I do, Winston.  We've got to get you to bed."

      "And again you have me and bed in the same sentence.  You know you want to crawl in with me..."

      "Enough, Winston."  She unlocked the door and helped him inside.  He stumbled his way upstairs and into his room, Corrine supporting his slender frame the entire time.  She plopped him on the bed and began to undress him.  Winston started smiling and giggling.

      "You're taking off my clothes...we're going to have sex again, aren't we?"

      "No, Winston, you're going to sleep.  God, how much did you drink today?"

      "Ummm, dunno...didn't care to count."  Corrine stripped Winston down to his t-shirt and boxers.  She helped him lay down on the bed and she kissed his forehead.

      "Go to sleep, Winston."

      "Please don't go, Corrine," he asked sounding almost like a child.  "Stay until I fall asleep?  Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaasssssssse."  Corrine tried not to laugh at him.  She sat down on the bed and he curled up on her.  She couldn't push him off of her; he seemed too helpless.

      Winston fell asleep quickly.  Feeling too guilty to leave him, Corrine drifted off as well.  When she woke up a few hours later, Winston was still curled up on her, but he was awake.

      "I can't believe you stayed," he whispered.

      "How do you feel?"

      "Um, slightly hung over and a bit dizzy, thank you.  God...you stayed..."  Winston was still a bit "tipsy."  When Winston's intoxicated, he's more honest and open about things...Corrine was unaware of this.  "I don't think Claudia ever held me once while I slept...especially not when I was drunk.  You...you are a wonderful woman."

      "Sure Winston," she said almost patronizing him.

      "You think I'm lying?"

      "No, Winston, of course not."

      Winston crawled up her body.  "I'm not you know.  I like you, Corrine...very very much."  He kissed her.  Corrine pulled back.  "Do I have bad breath?"

      Corrine laughed.  "Well, you did drink a lot....but no."

      "Then what's wrong...don't you like me too?"

      "Extremely, Winston...that's the problem."

      He started kissing her softly, tenderly.  "That's not a problem, darling."  He kissed her neck and began to unbutton her blouse.

      "Winston..." She tried pushing him away, but she couldn't...she knew that she'd regret passing up a chance of being truly intimate with him...even if he was still "under the influence" a bit.

      "What?" he asked running his tongue over her half bare chest.

      "Never mind."

      Winston smiled at her.  "Relax, darling...let me take care of you tonight...very good care of you."  He took off his t-shirt and turned his attention back to her.  He slid her blouse off of her shoulders and kissed her neck.  His hands ran through her hair and she took a deep breath.  "Is this O.K.?" he asked.

      "It's wonderful."

      He gently undid the front clasp of Corrine's bra and covered her breasts with his kisses.  He suckled on her ever so gently, sending small tremors through her body.  She was so caught up "in the moment" that she didn't realize that Winston had slid off her skirt.  His hands caressed her thighs...then touched her.  She took a sharp breath and Winston smiled.

      "I bet you didn't know that I could be anything more than an animal."  He softly laughed as he kissed a trail down her bare stomach.

      "You're right," she said, her voice shaking.

      When his lips neared her waistband, he paused, taunting her.  He removed her underwear much more gently than he had before.  His face disappeared between her now trembling legs.  Corrine began to breathe heavily as Winston gave her some of the most pleasurable feelings she'd ever experienced. 

      "Oh...Winston..."  The room seemed to spin around her.  Never had she imagined that Winston could be so tender with her...with anyone, really.  She knew that as soon as he was sober, that tenderness would be gone, but she felt herself falling for this currently passion filled man.  She climaxed and Winston resurfaced.

      "I can be gentle."  He kissed her neck.  "Nobody thinks that I'm capable of that."  He traced his tongue around her ear.  "I can't be gentle at work...the business world is a cold one."  He kissed her lips, passionately.  "I rather like it here...in your world."  He kissed her again.  Corrine couldn't believe that he was seducing her and having a conversation with her simultaneously.  He removed his boxers and eased himself on top of her.  He looked deeply into her eyes.  "Do you like it here...with me?"

      "Yes, Winston...I love it here."  She placed her hand on Winston's face.  She then whispered, "I just hope that you remember this in the morning." 

      "What was that, darling?"

      "Nothing."  Her head titled back as Winston entered her; she closed her eyes.

      "No," he said.  "Please, look at me."  She gazed into his green eyes...she could have lost herself in them.  He moved his hips rhythmically and Corrine soon moved with him.  She tried her hardest to keep herself from telling him that she loved him, but it was difficult.  Erotic moans escaped their lips as they enjoyed each other, body and soul.

      Winston closed his eyes for a moment and pressed his body into hers.  He held her tightly against him and kissed her shoulder.  "I think I love you, Corrine.  Funny thing is, I forget what it's supposed to feel like.  Several years in a loveless marriage can do that to a man."

      "Winston, please don't say that.  You can't say that to me because you won't mean it in the morning."

      "Why won't I?"

      "Because you'll be...you again."  She took a deep breath as he sunk further into her.

      "Can't you love me too?"

      "You talk too much when you're drunk, Winston," she said softly.  "I can't tell you I love you..."

      "Why not?"

      "It'll hurt too much."  When those words left her lips, she saw Winston's face change. 

      Still making love to her he said, "Nobody ever wants to love me."  They both went silent, but continued making love to each other.  He kissed her and touched her, aching to hear her say those three words, but she didn't. 

      When they finished, Winston gathered Corrine up in his arms and held her.  He felt something wet fall onto his chest; he knew it was a tear.  "You do love me," he said smiling.

      "Yes, Winston, I do..."  She fell asleep on his chest.