QUOTE : Yeah, about last night … it’s been brought to my attention that I may have been a little out of line with somethings I did and said so—”<br /><br />“Really? Such as …”<br /><br />I can’t believe he’s going to make me say it. He’s so frustrating. One minute he’s cleaning puke off the drunk girl, showing his kind side, and the next he’s trying to humiliate me. Granted, I do a pretty good job of setting myself up for it.<br /><br />“Such as drinking too much to begin with, then maybe giving the impression that I was … jealous of Claire, or Dr. Brown.”<br /><br />“You mean Dr. Skank?”<br /><br />Shit!<br /><br />“Yes—I mean—no, not Dr. Skank. I don’t remember calling her that, but if I did then I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” I may have meant it.<br /><br />“Don’t sweat it, Syd. I think you’re adorable when you get all jealous.”<br /><br />“I was not jealous!” I yell in a high-pitched voice.<br /><br />“Uh … your striptease was entitled ‘Where Lautner’s hands will never be again if he doesn’t keep them off Dr. Skank.’”<br /><br />Kill me now and never let another drop of alcohol pass my lips.<br /><br />“So how was golf?”<br /><br />Lautner laughs. “I take it we’re done talking about last night?”<br /><br />“It’s pointless because it’s your word against mine, unless Swarley goes all Bush Beans Duke on me.”<br /><br />“God, you’re something else. So what did you call about?”<br /><br />“Oh … just to …”<br /><br />“I’m just flipping ya shit. I know why you called.”<br /><br />He does? I’m not entirely sure I know why I called so how can he know?<br /><br />“You do?”<br /><br />“I left you in a hot mess this morning and you need to be serviced.” His voice drips of confidence or most likely arrogance.<br /><br />“What? No, that’s not … um …”<br /><br />“Sorry, babe. I didn’t realize just how tightly wound you would be by now. Damn, you can’t even form a coherent thought. Get naked, I’ll see you in ten.”<br /><br />“Lau