James
I splash my face with cold water then, still breathing heavily, I emerge from the bathroom. The bedroom door is slightly ajar, and I can hear murmurings from within.
Guess they’re going to be a while….
Pouring myself a coffee, I settle down with a newspaper, trying to distract myself. As I scan the headlines, there is a background of muffled laughter and moans from the bedroom, then all goes quiet….
…. after a while, there is some quiet talking followed by a wumph! and a yell from Charlotte….
wumph!…. he threw her onto the bed perhaps….?
I suck in a smile and try to concentrate on my reading but must admit that the sounds from behind the door are pleasanter entertainment than the news of terrorist attacks, food riots and racial assaults….
…. Can’t they ever report a few feel-g
