Spit On Him

Sigrid rolled her eyes. She was really curious about her previous memories, so she nodded and said, "Okay." George took out a bottle of red wine from the bedside table, which had already been opened, and handed it to her.  Sigrid felt as though he had planned this all along.  Otherwise, how could the bottle of wine be hidden there, prepared and all?  George just wanted to get Sigrid drunk and did not care how the wine would taste  after being kept in there for so long.  Sigrid drank a lot, and a flush began to creep its way up to her face. All of a sudden, she felt the ground begin to tremble, and she couldn't stand still anymore like she had done just a few moments ago.  She staggered a few steps forwards, pointed at George and said, "Why are you... dancing?" George felt exasperated yet amused at the same time. He walked towards her and took the wine away from her, putting it aside. "Let's try to remember the past," he said.  "What happened? Did Rebecca frame me? I remember! I remembe