or in the corridor and a lingerie set with a silky dres

oom ceased, and I hea

ting scene, I hear somet

is your wedding night. I a

ayer never settles, and when he does, I’m pretty sure it’s

the hallway, searching for a hiding spot. He doesn’t com

proof and hoping to find help. George’s father onc

behind, causing me to jump. I see a round elderly lady with silver

ura cause me to feel so rela

ila," I said as she

, I didn’t have a chance to speak with you. I a

tie, that's how he copes, and once I give him a good talking to, he will never do this again," she squeezes my hand and walks away, leaving me in my qui

do I sleep?" I ask,

at. She, like me, walked by the pile of garments still on the floor. She left it there f

brand-new room. It had a lovely view of the pool and the canopy bed outside. The queen-sized bed was covered with pale yellow sheets, and

ed my line of thinking. I exited the room, located the clothing, and decided to do them both a favor. I grabbed a plast

bounced against the wall. I threw them in and set them on, watching the

ooth speaker and plugged it into my phone, playing gospel music loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Perhaps Jesus will frigh

ing, a loud knock came at the doo

e could hear me. As he hurriedly scratched

" he replied as if I were

g for a swim, and I don't need to expl

So you do," he said, sco

r look. “Not your wife cause she’s standing right here,” I sweep my arm across the posit

I was thinking

ng pool quite easily

y of the area pleased me to no end. After I ha

the washing machine and squeal with

ged them neatly into a little st

Bastard a

friends; isn't that cute perfo

(The

and stuck it outside his door, waiting for it to be plucked up and

myself I'd have some fun. We have no shared sentim