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This evening was stranger than ever. He went into the kitchen. Stopped. Frowned his forehead. Now he changed his mind and went to the little bar at the corner of his continental style livingroom. He got a Burbon, and a once more. Swallowed both of them down like water. He breathed deep and out. Finally he sat down at the couch. He couldn´t believe what just happened. He couldn´t believe that he was seriously thinking about it. It felt like a little shock after an car accident. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.


“God damn!”, she thought par herself, “Are toi serious? What the hell? How could you? He´s married! He´s your co-star….,well that shouldn´t really be the problem. Hey! Stop it! Are toi nuts? Are toi just that despairing? It isn´t that desperate, woman! Why did i…? Ok, well…then…there´s no use crying over spilt milk.” Lisa was Lost in thought while she arrived at home, opened the front door and went upstairs to her bedroom. “Maybe he?….No!…That´s not the type he was and I lo…...”, she shooked her head and went into the bathroom. It´s late Lisa, come on remove your clothes and go to bed. Tomorrow will be a new day.”, with that she set a small smile up on her face and cuddled herself into the blanket.


He woked up. Fully dressed. In a very uncomfortable position on the couch. His nape was a bit tensed up. So he tried to massaged himself and got off of the couch, straightly walking to the bathroom. He looked at himself at the mirror. Made some snoots and removed his clothes. Then got a douche and walked naked to the kitchen. “Coffee.”, he thought. He looked around but he didn´t found the coffee powder. “Damn. Jo had forgotten to buy some new before she left.”, he remembered. Yes, this time was very hectically. Jo came here for three days, just to escort him to the Emmy´s. Normally she stayed for two weeks ou three. She managed the shopping and housekeeping. Hugh went into his bedroom, he opened up his wardrobe and toged himself into new fresh clothes. He wore a yellow t-shirt and blue jeans. Driven par the devil he went downstairs, took the car keys and went out. And before he could even recognize what time it was, he drove off.


She heard the doorbell rang, once, twice, thrice. Half asleep she got off and went down to the front door. “Do toi know what time it is?”, she asked with an very angrily voice. “Yeah, now I know. Sorry, but it´s too early for work and too late to go back home.”, a familiar voice answered from outside. Lisa opened the door, only dressed with a haut, retour au début and playful rose panties. He blushed but smirked. “Sorry, your house was nearer than mine.”, he a dit and caught her with his dreamy chiot eyes. “Well, come in…you…”, she watched at the clock behind her. “Half past five! Ohhh man, what kind of devil got toi off this early?”, she asked while they both were walking to kitchen. “Don´t know. Maybe too much thoughts about…”, he stopped himself and tried to channel this conversation onto another point. “So, what about coffee?”, he asked with a begging voice. Lisa raised an eyebrow and pinched herself in the arm. Hugh gave her an questionably face. “Just wanna make sure that I´m not dreaming. Thought for a moment that House was standing right here in my cuisine begging for coffee.”, she a dit snappish but in lovely way.
A few moments later they sat down at her dining table, tableau with coffee, lait and sugar. After a while Lisa broke the silence.
“I´m sorry about yesterday. I don´t know what was going on with me.”
“Yes.”
“So, that means we forget about it?”
Suddenly the silence were back. He didn´t really know what to say. He felt her stare at him, waiting for any response.
“Well,…What…I mean how…how…you know?”, he stammered eyes fixed to the ground of the table.
“You really thought about it?”, she asked now fully confused. She hoped imploringly but never really had expected.
“Well, I´m not sure.”, He spoke very silent.
“Hugh, better we forget about it, ok?”
“Tell me how´d toi plan this? I mean, toi know.”, he a dit and for the first time in minutes he looked up to her.
She met his steel blue eyes with her sexy green ones. Now she was very unsure about what to say. It was a difference between talking about something to a friend ou beg him for something. And obviously it seemed to be as if he´d agree.
“Sorry, I can´t do this. Please, Hugh, forget it.”, she a dit and quickly left him alone.


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