The Other Kimberly

  "Tell me why we booked this place and you aren't even looking at me." The red haired who sat was opposite Ricky at the English restaurant was pissed off, watching her date gulp down his fourth glass of wine.

He ignored her, focusing his attention instead on the task of pouring himself a fifth glass. It was damn better to deal with everything with his mind dull. That way, he could even put up with having sex with the red haired that night without conjuring the image of Jade.

She was persistent, and spoke again. "You aren't in the mood to talk? Fine. Let's get out of here, the evening can only get better you know. And, you won't be required to say a word."

Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and Ricky wished he could remember her other name; it was better than having another woman named Kimberly in front of him. But that was why he had called her anyway, wasn't it? 

Now, even in his highly alcohol induced