Not wanting to make a mess of the cookies or even the unwanted bottle of liquor on my tray, I hold it with both hands after opening the door knob and walked back, pushing the door with my butt.
It's a little undignified, I know. However, the urge to do a good job in delivering things on a tray when I was helping out as a milkmaid is so ingrained in me, I couldn't care less about my dignity.
What's a little act of butt-opening doors compared to sleeping with the animals in a barn and spending most of the time cleaning and washing your supposed roommates?
As soon as I'm in the room, I turn around and my eyes widen at the sight.
Two men's bodies are strewn face down over the table. The table itself is messy where cutlery, plates in varying state of disrepair, then wine splashes and food a
