Dean and Angela lay in bed looking out at the lights of the city.  After taking a cab home from the Hudson Hotel to they had fallen into a spontaneous, almost giddy session of lovemaking.

“What’s troubling you?” Angela asked, propping herself up on one elbow.   Dean loved the look of her tussled hair.

“Nothing babe,” Dean replied.

“C’mon Dean, I know you.  Anytime you’re still awake after sex there is something wrong!”

“Hey!  That’s not fair,” Dean replied smirking.  “On second thought, maybe you’re right.”

“So?  Fess up!” Angela demanded.

“Something happened at the club.”

Angela sat bolt upright in the bed.  “I knew it!  Was...

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