James
Charlotte is drooping. It’s hardly surprising. She loves the gang stuff, but she must be shattered.
“Why don’t you go to bed, Charlotte? We’ll join you in a while.” I say
She nods, sleepy-eyed, closing the book Michael gave her….
What is that all about?
What that all about?…. then ambles through to the bedroom.
After the door clicks shut behind her, “So, how do we go on for the rest of the weekend?” asks Michael.
“I think we can write off tomorrow.” I snort. “She’s going to be walking bow-legged.”
Michael looks blue. “I"d say so, yes, but we have her for the whole weekend.”
…. He enjoys it while it’s happening, but he still doesn’t like it….
“What’s on your mind?”
“Give her a day off and then we make love.”
“We just….” I begin.
“No,” he snaps, “I didn’t say f**k her bra
