Monica woke up wondering where she was. Her mouth tasted like a gorilla's armpit, her hair was tangled round her nose, and her arm had gone to sleep. She still had makeup on, but actually nothing else, which wasn't normal - she usually slept in loose pyjama bottoms and a tee shirt. She became conscious of the "married" feeling of having someone else in the bed with her, at which point a wave of memory broke. Richard-but-the-girls-prefer-Dick...