Square in the middle

From fantasticfiction.com: "She was sitting at the bar, and I could tell she was the kind of woman a married man shouldn't look at - even once. But I thought I was safe enough - until the third martini. Then all of a sudden my wife and kids seemed very far away. When I woke up the next morning, I had a large hangover, the scent of the girl's perfume in my nose, and a murder rap around my neck. And I couldn't remember anything that had happened ... except the girl."