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Suddenly the doorbell rang, forcing me to stop.
"Who in the hell is at my door at this hour?" I looked at the clock on my night stand. A quarter after twelve? "What the fuck?" I asked as I stopped the video and slid out of bed. I pulled my shorts up and stumbled down the stairs to the front door. It was dark and rainy outside. I turned on the front porch light and then looked out of the little window beside the door. "I can't believe this shit."
It was a woman... an absolutely drenched woman. Her long, dark hair was in her face and she had covered her eyes against the blinding light. Her white blouse was nearly see-through as soaked as it was and I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. I opened the door a little.
"Can I help you?" I asked, not at all sounding friendly.
The woman put her hand on the doorframe to steady herself. She seemed very unstable. "Is... um... is Aaron here?" she asked.
"Aaron?" I asked. "No... he's not. He's out of town. Who are you?"
"Hi Mr... Mr. Becket," she said, having trouble forming words. "It's me... I'm... me... Emmanuelle. Your son and I are..."
Emmanuelle? On my doorstep at midnight? Drunk off her ass?
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoI hope this moron for the full slate of STD's he's about to contract from this walk, talking disease vector and cum dumpster. What's to like here?
