Karen awoke to small kisses being placed on her neck. It tickled and she scrunched her face. Where the hell was she? She remembered alcohol, a lot of alcohol. She remembered that Jack had taken her to a bar, Will had left early to get some sleep for a meeting the next day, and she had…what happened?

"Wake up, baby. I want to go again before work." Her eyes darted open at the voice of the stranger next to her in bed. Her breathing halted and she quickly turned around to see who it was. She held the sheet closer to her body, which she discovered was bare, and found his face. He was a younger man, thirty-five or so, and he was very handsome. "What's wrong?"

"What the hell happened last night?" He squinted his eyes and questioningly smiled.

"You don't remember? We had the greatest sex of my life and you don't remember?" She sat up, clutching the sheet close, and bit her lip trying to remember. He rolled his eyes. "You were sitting at the bar with your little friend, and I bought you a drink…"

"I have to go, honey. Look away." He turned his head away and she hurriedly dressed. He spoke while she did so.

"Anastasia, I know you had a few drinks, but you said you wanted me. I didn't know you couldn't hold you alcohol well enough to make a decent decision. I didn't know you'd been drinking so much." She at least found some humor in the use of her alias before realizing that nothing at all was funny. She finished dressing and sat down on the bed.

"First off, I can hold my alcohol. And second, tell me exactly what happened."

He told her his version of the story. She had, apparently, accepted his offer to buy her a drink and soon they were in a cab to his apartment, making out. She had made the first move and that fact made her feel even sicker to her stomach. They had sex in his bed and she passed out soon after.

"I'm not that undesirable am I?" His question was directed toward her disgusted look.

"No, it's just…did I make noise?"

"What?"

"Did I make noise when we did it?" He smiled, but she slapped his shoulder. "Damn it, don't be so stupid, I'm serious. Was I loud?"

"Yeah, it was hot." She squinted her eyes at him in a disapproving fashion. She was glad to know that he hadn't given her an orgasm, or else she would have been virtually silent. She never made noise when she was brought to the edge of her feelings. He scooted closer to her and gave her a cocky smile. "I really had you going." She pushed his hands away from her and walked towards the door, but stopped before she exited.

"Oh, you didn't have me going, honey. I was faking it."

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She could have hit herself for being so stupid. She had made love to Will only two days before and she was already screwing around with…what was his name? Paul, Steve, Kevin, she didn't know. To be fair, he didn't know her name either. She felt like she could vomit. She hated herself. She needed a fix of some sort. She walked down the street towards an alley that she used to visit very frequently before Will had made her clean up. It was where she found a man who always had the best of everything, her drug dealer. She bought a syringe of heroin and hid it in her purse before she went back to Will's apartment. Shame seemed to be a constant fixture in her life, and she hated it.