We could talk for hours and never run out of things to say. Until…
1st Jan 2024 – 00:02
Unknown Sender
“Happy new year! She was staring into her phone, being completely ignored by Jim and Kenny who were talking at each other like a couple of dialled up auctioneers. One such nefarious individual was Kenny Carson. I didn’t even know this man had a wife. Then I seen that I had a voicemail. I would soon find out why. I had a grip of her hips as I pounded away. Too late, she was already typing… Two replies rapid fire. Layla eventually dragged me up to dance, where we spent the rest of the night. “You’re ok, it’s been a while since a young guy tried to chat me up.”
With her being 33 and me being in the final years of my 20’s, there wasn’t much in it, but the comment put me at ease. Maybe the only saving grace was he was too busy chatting at 200mph to realise. Chatting up a girl and taking her back to yours I guess? “Hey, how’s the hangover? She piqued my interest. I assumed they went into office to snort more blow but it was the last we seen of them.
