I was weak physically.

It went to my head, and Tom seemed to take a delight in keeping my glass full.

Oh," and he swerved suddenly toward the woman at the window, "I'm not trying to make any excuses for myself.

I wanted if--after that first glass or two, it seemed there wasn't enough in the world.

He didn't force it on me--he didn't play the part of a tempter or pour it down my throat.