Birthday
shocks...and surprises
Walking through the
front door I slammed it behind me, threw my keys down on the hallway
table and stormed in to the front room. Staring around the room I
made my way over to the drinks cabinet, poured a large glass of
scotch and slumped in to one of the leather armchairs.
Fucking great
birthday this has turned out to be I thought, draining my glass
in one and standing up to fetch a refill. Alone again, made
fucking redundant and not one member of my so-called circle of
friends even bothered with a fucking card. Draining
the second glass, as fast as I had the first, I decided to head
upstairs, get a shower and hit the town.
Making
my way along the landing towards my bedroom I began stripping out of
my clothes, dropping them and leaving them where they fell, one of
the perks of living alone, before reaching for the handles of the
double bedroom doors, pushing them open before freezing on the spot.
“About
time you showed up,” the twins shouted in unison, as they sprawled
on the bed in just their lingerie. “After all how can we have a
party without the birthday boy. Now come here and get your present.”
©JSMorbius2013
