Sophie stepped outside of her house into the bright sunshine. She felt especially good, since it was her only day off this week, having no classes at the University nor was she expected at her part-time job. She had no immediate plans, but thought she might walk around town and see what developed.
After traveling downtown, she walked down by the steps that led to the Anchor Pub. She espied Zane and couldn’t turn away quickly enough to escape his vision. Not that she had anything personal against him, but he was an old friend from her high school days who thought he was God’s gift to women.
Zane was a dark-haired slim waisted young man, approximately five feet, ten in height. ‘I mean, he isn’t bad looking, but he certainly isn’t as near hot as he thinks he is,’ Sophie thought.
Zane came bounding up to her saying, “You look positively radiant today, Sophie.”
“Uh, thank you,” Sophie said slowly. “So what’s up, Zane?”
“I was hoping that I’d run into you today,” he explained.
“Oh, why’s that?” Sophie asked suspiciously.
“I have a special treat planned for us today.”
“And what might that be?” Sophie asked sardonically.
“How you’d like to spend the afternoon relaxing at the Anchor Pub?”
“Oh Zane, I don’t know. I don’t usually drink very much.”
“Come on, Sophie,” Zane insisted, “It’ll be fun or are you chicken?”
Not many things rile Sophie as much as someone accusing her of cowardice, so she responded, “Okay, let’s go!”
The Anchor Pub had a long bar a person could drink at or individual tables with chairs. When they entered the pub, Sophie indicated she would prefer a table.
“Then a table it shall be,” laughed Zane with a false hilarity.
‘All of the sudden this guy is reminding me of Irvin,’ thought Sophie.
After they were seated, a waitress came over and asked, “What’ll it be?”
Zane looked expectantly at Sophie and when she didn’t respond, he looked up at the waitress and said, “Bring us a couple of bottles of Sake, please.”
“Coming right up!” the waitress said, she being a master of clichés.
The waitress brought over the two bottles and two shot glasses.
“Thank you,” Zane said.
The waitress responded, “Call me if you need anything further,” and she retreated back to the bar area.
Zane filled up both shot glasses and handed one over to Sophie. “Now you have to drink this slow because if you don’t, it has a habit of sneaking up and kicking you in the behind.” Zane warned.
Sophie tipped up her shot glass and drank the entire thing in a single gulp and held it out for Zane to refill. It was then she felt the incredible warmth spreading instantaneously throughout her entire body causing her to flush and perspire immediately. And she began to cough.
Zane leaned over to clap Sophie on the back, until she shot up a warning hand to him. He realized Sophie’s blows could be swift and deadly, so he immediately sat back. Sophie finally finished coughing. “Wow!” she exclaimed, “that was awesome! Give me some more.”
“Now Sophie,” Zane warned, “you shouldn’t go so fast. I’m telling you.”
“ Ho, oh! So who’s the chicken now?” she almost cackled.
“Okay, it’s your funeral,” Zane said prophetically.
Sophie downed several more quick shots and that was the last thing she remembered for several hours.
She awoke in a local hotel with the worst headache she had ever experienced and the muted sunlight that came through the heavy curtains actually seemed to be sending knives of pain into her brain. She thought, ‘What am I doing in a hotel? I don’t remember coming here.’
Sophie sat up too suddenly and she felt as though she had to vomit. As she went to arise from the bed, the sheet fell off her bare breasts! Even in the condition Sophie was in, she was able to comprehend that she wasn’t wearing her dress. Almost too frightened to look, she picked up the sheet and glanced down at the rest of her stark naked body. ‘Nope,’ she thought. ‘Not a stitch!’