Only You Page #4

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- Really?

- Yeah, I feel an incredible amount

of "elestricity" between us.

I think that's just the alcohol talking.

Oh, I promise you, I am

not the least bit drunk.

- Okay.

- Whoa!

-Ow. -You know, you're in

no position, at this point,

to be attracted to another man.

It's too soon. You're too fragile.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Don't you find me attractive?

Oh, God. I'm sure you get

catcalls from priests.

- It's just that...

- Mm, Cliff.

There's a flame burning inside me

and I need your flesh

to soothe the fever.

I could do that.

Well, then get me outta here now.

Oh.

Check, Sam.

Come on. Please, God, please.

Come on.

Come on, please.

Yes!

Hola.

Hola.

Hola, hola, hola.

Ah.

Mm.

Good morning, muffin.

- Mm.

- Mm.

What? What is it?

- Who are you? Who are you?

- What? Who am I?

You're kidding, right?

Where the hell am I?

And what was I doing in bed with you?

Oh, boy, we got a lot to talk about.

Wait a minute. What are you doing?

- Who are you calling?

- 9-1-1.

No, that's not necessary.

Please just put the phone down.

One more step and I'll scream.

- Just give me the phone.

- Back!

Okay, I'm not moving.

Okay?

Now, I gotta tell ya,

I'm a little disappointed

at your reaction this morning.

I mean, we did do more than exchange

telephone numbers last night.

You mean, I...

Several majestic times, yes.

Oh, this isn't happening.

- Amanda...

- Oh, God, you know my name.

Amanda, it is me, Clifford.

It's Big Cliffy.

The man you called

your holiday love bunny.

- Yes.

- Oh, I get it. This is a joke.

You're a friend of my brother's...

No, it is not a joke.

I don't even know your brother.

We're not friends.

I've never met your brother.

We met last night at Sam's bar.

We had a few drinks, we fell in love,

now here we are.

I'm sorry, I just can't remember.

I must have had too much

to drink last night.

You're telling me

you don't remember anything?

What you're telling me is...

What you're telling me is you

don't remember anything...

Anything... that happened last night?

- Sorry.

- I don't believe this.

I mean, I was so good last night,

I'm screaming my own name.

They're gonna have to change

the springs on the bed...

- Look, Biff...

- Cliff.

My name is Cliff.

Whatever. Let's just

forget about last night.

Could you call me a taxi?

- Amanda?

- Yeah?

There is something you should know.

Yeah?

You see, last night, you were very...

You were very, very upset.

And, well, you asked me to take you away.

Oh.

Honestly, you don't need to explain.

No, I think I do.

Oh, I get it.

You're worried about what kind of guy

I think you are for bringing me to a...

Hold that... a hotel.

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