Running late... I paid the cab driver and hurried into the little downtown bar to meet my client Amanda. This morning we started her divorce with a settlement agreement that was good for her and she insisted on buying me drink this evening. I responded to her wave from the end of the long mahogany bar noticing she had changed from her plain attire from the morning into a rather daring short dark skirt that showed off her lovely legs atop heels with straps. Her blonde hair was braided high contrasting my short black hair. Also in contrast was the fact that next to her I looked like what I was... her 40 yr. old lawyer in a business suit and very conservative length skirt. She had ordered me a martini that I thankfully sipped as we chatted about the earlier events. I started to decline a second drink but she insisted. What the hell. Although I already felt the first. Midway through the drink I was feeling real giddy and excused myself to the ladies room rather unsteadily. Inside... I saw myself in the mirror a little glassy eyed but still attractive and unbottomed the top buttons of my blouse as I was getting a hot flush from neck to toe. Was this just drinking on an empty stomach? I...