No, wait till the next glass
From Torg Adventure
You hand Jennifer her glass, thinking that you'll put the formula in it on the next refill.
The lovely mother of two looks at you over the rim of the glass, and you swear she winks at you.
"So, does it ever get lonely being a single dad?" she asks. Her skin is flushed from the alcohol. She is absent-mindedly licking her lips.
"Well, I get by. I devote most of my time to my research." You are a little uncomfortable under her gaze.
"Well, I get lonely with Harry gone so much. Sometimes, I don't get to see him for a week at a time. When he is here, he often works late and comes home exhausted."
"That must be difficult. How do you manage?"
"Well, I drink too much wine sometimes, and I've developed an intimate relationship with my vibrator. He knows just what I need and gives it to me." She chuckles at her metaphor and lightly touches your arm, while she takes another sip.
You are surprised that Jennifer is revealing this much about her personal life. She usually just sticks to "The kids are doing great," and "The garden is so lovely." The wine has loosened her inhibitions. You decide to take a chance.
What do you do?
