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Bellydancer treats her boyfriend to sex for Valentines Day.

'Oh yeah. Tommy's house.' He took stock of his condition. He checked his watch to learn that it was already nine. His mouth was dry and tasted like an old sock. He needed to take a piss. A minor headache throbbed with each heartbeat. He sat up. Correction, major headache. Gingerly, he willed himself to stand and shuffled out of the room in search of the head. Mercifully, it was across the hall. After relieving himself, he washed his hands and face. While drying off, he looked in the mirror. He couldn't remember looking worse. His bloodshot eyes observed that each strand of hair was growing a unique direction; he needed a shave and his shirt had more wrinkles than Mother Theresa... 'What the fuck do you expect after a night of drinking and, oh yeah, pouring your heart out.' Alex couldn't determine if that pain had been expunged, or was just overpowered by the hangover, but right now, deep thought was not on the horizon. 'Oh well, time to face the day.'

The aroma of fresh coffee greeted Alex as he entered the hallway and he followed it downstairs to the kitchen. Jane and Tommy were sitting at a table, each holding a mug and reading a section of the local newspaper. Their neat and freshly dressed appearance contrasted starkly with his.

Tommy turned to him, smiled and said, "My, my, look what the cat dragged in."

"Very funny," mumbled Alex, not in the mood for humor.

"Good morning to you too!" beamed Jane. She stood, walked to the coffee maker on the counter and removed another mug from the cabinet above. "Can I get you some coffee?"

"How would you like it?"

"Light and sweet."

Jane prepared the mug, which Alex gratefully accepted.

"Thanks," said Alex as he slowly walked to the table. Alex pulled out a chair and eased into it. Alex took his first sip and decided that Jane made damned good coffee. Physically, it did nothing immediate, but mentally it was comforting. As a further act of kindness, Jane placed two aspirin and a glass of water before him. Alex gratefully took the medicine and drank the water in nonstop fashion.

Jane and Tommy let Alex slip into the day by reading the paper in silence. Once Alex finished his second mug, he was feeling significantly better, although he knew the hangover would linger throughout the day.

"Um, can I ask you something?" said Alex, feeling a bit self-conscious from his performance the previous evening. He didn't really wait for a reply, but continued on, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed either of you last night, but once I got started, I couldn't stop and I want to thank you for being such good friends. However, I would ask that you not tell anyone about it."

"You're welcome and you don't need to ask," assured Tommy and then added with a smile, "How big an asshole do you think I am?"

"The biggest," Alex retorted, although the smile he returned renewed his headache. "I should have known there was no need to ask, but I'm still sorting out some shit and with my synapses unable get past first gear this morning, there's only so much I can contemplate. The hole in my heart's still there, but it feels a lot smaller now."

"Glad we could help," added Jane, "but there is one thing we didn't get to ask you last night. We're having a major blowout on New Year's Eve to break in the house. I can't stand these boring colors, and we're repainting and getting new carpet right after the holidays. We won't have to worry if anything gets spilled, so it seemed like the perfect time. Anyway, we want you to come. You should know most of the people we've invited."

"I'm not sure if you'd want me. I'm not much for celebrating that holiday anymore. I wouldn't want to be a wet blanket."

"Come anyway," said Tommy. "If you don't enjoy yourself, you can always leave, but I believe everyone will be glad to see you."

"I suppose, I certainly don't have anything planned, but there's one question. Did you invite Kim?"

"Yes I did," answered Jane flatly, "but don't let that stop you.

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