f*****g George, sneaking up on her. Of course she’d forgotten the thing was even in here, not that it would work after eleven years, even good batteries don’t last that long. She takes a moment, clutching at her chest as her pulse gradually settles, before having to explain the thing itself. She whimpers,
“Damnit, I’d forgotten the thing was in here.” She runs her hands through her hair as he picks it up, “It might need a clean?” She whimpers, as he sniffs the thing like a f*****g cigar. He nods,
“Yeah, it definitely smells like you. Probably worth a clean before we use it.” The f**k, did he want to use it?
“It’ll probably need new batteries, if it even still works. It’s been left in here for eleven years.” Was she considering letting him use it? She needed her head examined. He takes i
