"What do you mean you didn't realise?" Claire said pushing his hands off her breasts where they had been playing with her n*****s. "What were you doing here anyway?" she enquired suspiciously.
"Well, er, I found a few books which I left on the counter and I was just looking for a, um, snow-globe for my, er, grandmother," he answered feebly.
"Really, oh, that's really sweet." Claire said. "But hang on, why are your flies undone?"
"Erm, oh, that must have happened when the shelf fell on me. I fell down and I must have caught my flies on those um, dresses, or perhaps that blender or something. How else could it have happened? I don't know, it all took place so quickly. I was just minding my own business, looking for a snow globe when this shelf landed on my head," he finished confidently.
