Sabrina smiled at another one of life’s good people. She would explain tomorrow to the pair of them what she was doing. She also must get in contact with Dee, who still hadn’t responded to her last message, which was rare for her.
She got undressed and slid into bed. On feeling something soft by her feet under the covers, she reached down and pulled it up. It was a cuddly seagull with a fish in his mouth. She put it on the top of the covers and reached to turn her phone off. BEEP! Another message coming in made her jump.
Still needing that lift home? Because all that dusting has made me super horny.
Sabrina checked her watch. Eleven p.m. Long gone were the days of her receiving a late-night booty call– but when in Hartmouth, and all that…
‘Let me close the window.’ Sabrina panted as Lowen Kellow started to kiss her neck and tell her exactly what he was going to do to her. ‘We don’t want the whole block to hear.’
‘Come, on, hurry up Miss Prudey Pants. I literally have an hour before I pick my sister up from the station.’
Their love making was fast and furious. Their climaxes hard. They lay back on the top of the bed, exhausted.
‘Shit!’ Sabrina propped herself up with a pillow.
‘What is it?’ Lowen reached for his boxers on the floor and pulled them on.
‘I can’t believe I’ve let you into somebody’s flat who had the decency to let me stay over for nothing. I’m sober now, too. I have no one to blame but myself.’
‘You worry too much– and I did say we could go to Brian’s place.’
‘Even worse! At least Kara knowsI’mhere! She’s so lovely. In fact, all the market stall holders I’ve met are.’
‘Well, don’t be gettingtooclose to them now, will you.’
‘Why ever not?’
‘Forget I even said that.’ Lowen bent down to brush her lips with his.
‘Lowen? What do you mean by that?’
He checked his phone. ‘Fuck!’ He started pulling on his clothes at speed. ‘Fuck! I’ve got to go. My sister got an earlier train. She’s waiting for me at the station.’
‘But Lowen, tell me…?’
‘I’ll call you tomorrow.’ He blew her a kiss and was gone.
Pushing Lowen’s cryptic words aside and knowing full well that the after-sex munchies would stop her from sleeping, wearing just her knickers, Sabrina made her way through to the kitchen in search of sustenance. She found a nearly empty jar of instant coffee in the kitchen cupboard and put the kettle on, then went to the fridge to be faced with one over ripe tomato and an out-of-date yoghurt.
However, it was like she had seen an oasis when pouring the boiling water in to her mug, as next door to the kettle was a flower painted tin sporting the wordBISCUITS. She was just about to dig her hand in to see what sweet treats she could find, when she suddenly froze in fear.
What was that noise? It very much sounded like a key being turned in the front door lock. Oh god, itwasa key being turned in the front door lock, then an absolute commotion as with a drunken ‘What the fucking, Jesus’, an Irish accented man had tripped on something and fallen to the floor. The something which quite possibly was the handbag Sabrina had left in the middle of it.
With her heart beating faster than a frightened bird, she looked around the cluttered kitchen to try and find something to cover both her breasts and her dignity. Failing that, she grabbed a huge wooden spoon and tried to swallow her breathing.
‘Kara. Kara, is that you?’ The voice slurred.
She felt instant relief that whoever this man was, he seemed to know Kara so hopefully he wasn’t a burglar. However, in blind panic that she was going to be discovered in just her pants smelling of sex and eating stale biscuits, Sabrina tried to hide herself behind the door. Thank the Lord she had changed her identity, she thought as theDaily Swine Onlinecould have eaten out on this for weeks!
She tried to close the door shut as quietly as she could with just one finger, but it gave out an almighty creak, leaving her with no possibility of escaping discovery. Realising that her only option was to run at speed to the bedroom so at least she could face whatever this situation was fully dressed, she crossed her arms over her chest and with the soft flesh of each E cup bulging out of the side of each of her hands, she came out of the kitchen blocks like Usain Bolt on speed.
‘Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the deuces is going on in here?’ Conor screwed up his face in confusion. ‘I thought I just saw a naked woman run in front of me, so I did.’
SLAM! Sabrina made the bedroom finishing line. ‘I have my phone and I will have no hesitation in calling the police if I have to.’ She shouted through the closed door.
‘You’d have more chance of calling a Royal Flush down here, I tell ya. And it should be me calling the old bill. Who the hell are you? And what are you doing here? I’m not gonna fecking bite.’ Silence, as Sabrina started to get her breath back. ‘I’m Conor, Big Frank’s nephew.’ A pause. ‘Now, come on, everyone knows who Big Frank is down here, so you know you’re safe. And put some fecking clothes on, will ya, ya heathen.’
A fully dressed but slightly dishevelled Sabrina poked her head around the door. She noticed the Irishman rubbing his elbow.
