Christian entered the bar of the fitness club's uncertainly and looked around. Several weeks had passed since he had been there the last time. He took a seat at the counter and contemplated what he really wanted there. He wanted to drive home right away after his training session, but the bar had attracted him in a nearly magical way. Him and Kimber had often sat together here and talked for a while after the hours they had spent together working on their fitness. And it was also there that everything had begun. It was there he had met Kimber for the first time. He had sat alone at the bar just like now and sipped his drink. Christian could still remember every detail - how she looked, what she had said. He even knew, which song was coming from the juke box when he finally addressed her.

"Single or doubles?"

"Doubles. I'm meeting my boyfriend."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I don't drink."

"May I buy you an appetizer?"

"I don't eat. I'm a model."

"I'm a plastic surgeon."

They went to his apartment after that and they made love the whole night through. Wait a minute, it wasn't really love back then. They had sex. But he had felt it even at that time how special it was to be with Kimber. And afterwards he had treated her like dirt and he had simply got rid of their, a similar way he had done it on other, innumerable occasions with other women. Fate had brought them together, and now fate was the one that had separated them as well. Tormented, he closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about her anymore.

"Dr. Troy, what a surprise! I haven't seen you for a long while. What can I get you?" Henry, the barkeeper came over to Christian seemingly pleased.

"I...wasn't keeping well," Christian lied.

"Where is your gorgeous fiancé?" Henry asked curiously.

"We are not engaged anymore", Christian answered without disclosing too much.

Henry seemed visibly stricken, "I didn't know..." He cleared his throat, "what can I get you?"

"Martini... double, please."

"Coming up."

Two hours and some Martinis later, Christian had the feeling that it became ever more easily for him not to think of Kimber anymore, or at least the thought of her didn't bother him that much any longer. His head seemed to have become freer and freer. And he had also noticed that he could only hear people's voices around him as if arriving through a cotton ball stuck in his ears.

"So we meet again. Hello Christian!"

Christian turned his head slowly into the direction from which the voice came from and smirked, "hello Kimber!"

"Kimber?" Abby pulled her brows up cantankerously, "who?"

Christian winked so he could see her. Now he was hallucinating too, "Abby?" he asked disbelievingly, when he finally recognized the woman after repeated blinks.

"Well finally!" Abby seemed clearly relieved.

"What...what...are...are you doing here?" Christian noticed that it was getting increasingly more difficult to utter even a simple sentence as that.

"What do you think, what am I doing here?" She rolled her eyes snappily, "I completed my daily fitness program and I wanted to drink something at the bar."

Christian nodded towards her, but the simple swaying motion was enough to make the whole room dance all around him. He clutched his head grunting.

"I think you probably got high enough today," Abby shook her head disapprovingly, "and when I saw you sitting here I had the illusion we could spend a nice evening together," she sighed.

Christian stared at the empty glasses that stood in front of him. He did not really understand much of what was going on around him. And he didn't care either.

"Can you stand up?" Abby didn't know, how much Christian had drunk, but she knew as much that he couldn't drive a car in this state for sure, "come on", she said convincingly, "I'll take you home."

When he slowly started to regain control over some of his senses, Christian didn't knew where he was, nor how did he get there. He felt he was lying on something soft and a warm body was nestling into him. But he was simply too tired to think anymore of it, "Kimber...", he muttered with his eyes still closed.

Abby moved even closer. It' s okay, he should just believe she was his ex. The state she had found him in, he was hardly able to tell the difference. And so she got what he otherwise would have refused to give him. With a victory-conscious smile she slipped under the cover and began to investigate each centimetre of his naked body with her lips...

Christian came round slowly from his state of inebriation. His tongue was like a gumdrop and his limbs were heavy like lead. In view of that, opening his eyelids seemed like an awful bother. He was relieved to have found himself in his own bed. The alcohol had affected him so much he couldn't remember anything about what had happened in the bar or how had he got home.

He turned to his side carefully and blinked. The other side of the bed next to him-Kimber's side-looked like somebody had used it. The pillow was crumpled up and the blanket was thrown back. He sat up confused, just to fall back straight off again when a wave of nausea hit him. He will surely need to spend the day in bed, he thought frustrated. Christian looked at the clock beside the bed. It was already noon.

Christian tried to get up again, this time holding onto the double bed, he managed it, and that without having to throw up. There was a piece of paper lying beside him at the end of the bed, and there was something written on it. He reached for it curiously and froze.

"Thanks for the wonderful evening!-Abby," stood there with the squiggly letters of the woman.

"Oh my God..." Gob smacked, he put his hands before his face and let himself sink back again onto the pillows with a moan. The realization hit him like lightning. Abby had used his drunken condition to her advantage and slept with him while he was half unconscious!

Painstaking, Christian raised himself from his bed and went over to the bathroom slightly swaying. Another wave of nausea hit him. He felt humiliated and used! He stepped into the shower, turned it the tap and let the hot water run over his body.