She's gone

Osman woke up with a mild hangover -- nothing a lot of water and ibuprofen won't fix. Sun streamed in the window and Danielle was gone. He got up and wandered the apartment, making sure she wasn't in the bathroom or the kitchen. He made coffee while he was at the sink. While it gurgled, he kept walking around. He saw something behind the door. As he got close, he realized it was Danielle's bra and panties. When she took them off at the bar, she must have put them in her purse or something. How they got out, he wasn't sure. She must have left while she was still drunk.

The rest of Osman's weekend was pretty boring, but how often do you fuck a slut with a buddy, to say nothing of that slut being a woman from work.

Monday morning rolled around, and Osman made sure he tucked the bra and panties in his laptop bag before he left. He met Lee in the parking lot, showing his buddy the evidence of their rendezvous with Danielle. Lee grinned and high-fived Osman.

"What are you going to do with that?" Lee said.

"I don't know. I just thought I'd show it to Danielle and see what she says."

"I gotta see that."

They go to their desks, grab coffee, and go to Danielle's cubicle.

She is sitting in front of her computer working on a spreadsheet when they walk up.

"Good morning, Danielle," they said together.

"Good morning, boys. How was your weekend?" She doesn't seem embarrassed or mad.

"It was fun. How about yours?" Osman asked.

"Oh, it was kind of boring. I don't remember much of Friday night. Did you guys go to the club with everyone else?"

Both Osman and Lee stood for a twenty seconds with their mouths open. She didn't remember!