29th September, 2013The following day I went to visit Tommy and Brenda. Somehow they were still together, despite Brenda’s numerous threats and Tommy’s hair. I guess she really did love him deep, deep, earth-core deep down.
Tommy sipped an energy drink and yet again had his legs spread apart with only his boxers on. I felt as uncomfortable, awkward and yet strangely tantalised as the characters were in the film ‘Basic Instinct’, when Sharon Stone’s character crossed then uncrossed her legs.
STANLEY: Where’s Brenda?
TOMMY: Welfare office, I think.
The front door opened and closed. Brenda came in carrying groceries—mostly frozen microwavable dinners (Tommy was some diet-conscious athlete). She unpacked no-frill item after no-frill item then joined us and slammed a document down in front
