Dirty Lingerie
May 20th 2010 08:52
Day 5- 20th May 2010
I came home early this morning, after a heavy night out. The car was there again. In my half inebriated state I stumbled past it, towards the house. In an army crawl, I waddled up the front lawn of the house and peered into the living area window.
The woman, dressed in skimpy lingerie, was being chased throughout the house. She was laughing. I was laughing. I could see the man playfully chasing her, but I struggled to make out his face. Eventually, I recognised him.
He was a father at the school. His daughter and her daughter were best friends. I guess that made it easier for them to continue to fly under the radar, using their children as a cover.
I’ve actually noticed them at the school a few times, how they act. They stick to polite nods and light passing conversation. They’ve got it all figured out.
The man and woman disappeared upstairs. I realised where I was and lifted myself off the dewy grass. On the way to my own house, I accidentally bumped into the man’s car, accidentally bending back his side mirror. I accidentally kept walking.
Accidentally…
I came home early this morning, after a heavy night out. The car was there again. In my half inebriated state I stumbled past it, towards the house. In an army crawl, I waddled up the front lawn of the house and peered into the living area window.
The woman, dressed in skimpy lingerie, was being chased throughout the house. She was laughing. I was laughing. I could see the man playfully chasing her, but I struggled to make out his face. Eventually, I recognised him.
He was a father at the school. His daughter and her daughter were best friends. I guess that made it easier for them to continue to fly under the radar, using their children as a cover.
I’ve actually noticed them at the school a few times, how they act. They stick to polite nods and light passing conversation. They’ve got it all figured out.
The man and woman disappeared upstairs. I realised where I was and lifted myself off the dewy grass. On the way to my own house, I accidentally bumped into the man’s car, accidentally bending back his side mirror. I accidentally kept walking.
Accidentally…
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