What had begun as a fight became a rainstorm of panties. Potted meat. Love letters on fire. What had begun as a night of passion lunged into words well aimed. Phrases without ambiguity. Nevers followed by more nevers. What had begun as a tart, but knowing Merlot became a sloppy kiss with someone else. A bra strap that kept falling in with a bad crowd. What had begun as a Happy Hour exceeded all expectations as they vowed again love will keep us together off key.