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"Jake," Abby whispered, "it's time to get up."

The young man moaned and turned over, so that his still sleeping face was turned toward her. Abby gently blew on his face until Jake opened his eyes.

"Aaaaagh!" he shouted in surprise, suddenly knocking Abby backward, and onto the floor.

"What did you do that for?!" she cried, her bottom smarting from the fall.

"I'm sorry," apologized Jake, rubbing his forehead sleepily. "You startled me."

"I startled you?" she half laughed, getting up from the carpet.

"Wow," he groaned, "I have the worst headache in the world."

"That comes from drinking too many punch cocktails," she admonished him.

"Those things had alcohol in them?" he asked in surprise.

"Most definitely," affirmed Abby, her knowing smile hinting at something else.

Jake looked at her with a bewildered face.

"What?" he asked. "Oh, no," he groaned. "Tell me I didn't make a fool of myself and ruin your job offer."

"You know very well you made a fool of yourself, and yes, I did lose the job," she replied, playfully putting her hands on her hips. "But, as it turns out, I didn't want it, after all."

"Abby, I'm so sorry," he apologized to her. Suddenly, the young man realized that under his covers, he was naked! "Where are my clothes?" he asked in horror.

"Over there," answered Abby. "Don't worry, I'll iron it out before we take it back."

"Iron what out?" asked Jake, more than a little confused.

"The tuxedo, silly," laughed Abby. "Honestly, Jake, you're acting like you don't remember last night!"

"I don't," he moaned, rubbing his forehead once more.

"This isn't funny," said Abby, fighting the inclination to pass out on the floor.

"I remember sitting down at the table," he recalled slowly, "and those stupid napkins they put on our plates. Jerry was talking about something-- I think it was about his first boat..."

"And then?" pressed Abby. "What else do you remember?"

"Nothing," said Jake. "After that, it's a blank."

Stunned, Abby took a step backward. She heard a ringing sound in her ears and felt the blood drop from her head. Quickly, Abby located the chair and sat down, not caring that she was further wrinkling Jake's tuxedo, and put her head between her knees.

"Are you all right?" asked Jake in concern. He would have gotten out of bed to help, but since he had no clothes on, he remained where he was, carefully making sure that his covers were secure.

"I don't believe this," she said under her breath. "Are you trying to tell me that you don't remember anything else about last night?"

"What did I do?" he asked, seriously. "Did I hurt you?"

Abby looked up and saw the honesty in his face.
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