“There’s something outside the window.” I whisper almost silently directly into Heather’s ear, “I’m going to have a look.”
“No don’t.” Heather whispers obviously panicking as she grabs onto my arm trying to keep me in bed with her. Indian hot sex I race over to a wooden chair left over from the previous owners and lifting it up I run back to window, raise the chair above my head and send it flying at the window, the chair practically disintegrates on impact with the window without leaving even a scratch on the seemingly indestructible glass. I turn around and see on the floor the book, I slide down the door until I’m sitting down on the floor where I pick up the book and open it, resigned to the fact that I’m not getting out of the house any time soon I start to read. George. We lie there for what feels like hours unable to sleep but eventually we drift off. “What? The next day we are both exhausted and on edge, jumping at every creak and sound we hear within the house until the afternoon when thankfully my parents decide pay us a surprise visit.
