Late home from the pub. I only popped in for one or two, it soon became three or four, actually, I lost count. I was going to be in so much trouble. Instead, for once she was pleased to see me, very pleased in fact. She was demanding, we were at it all night. She couldn’t keep her hands off me. We tried it every which way around, and I must say she has never been so adventurous.
Opening eyes, looking around room. Everything’s the same, but different. She’s snoring, she never snores. Wrong house, fuck. It’s Verity Rambles’. Damn!
