scarred for life

I guess it was bound to happen after The Move
happened last week. When you put two young,
scantily-clad things alone in the same house
in close proximity for long periods of time,
animal tendencies easily overcome societal
restrictions.

I wish I had worked late. I wish I had gone to
the grocery store. I wish I had had a bikini wax
appointment. I wish my car had broken down and
that I had to walk home. Anything that would have
helped me avoid the awkward scene at home, by
putting me in different co-ordinates in space
and time.

I had just returned home from work. I heard some
weird noises coming from the master bedroom. Being
the curious type, I walked in to see what was
happening. I was almost blinded by what I saw.
I had seen similar scenes lotsa times in lotsa
different settings in lotsa different windows
media formats. But when I saw it in realtime
happening between participants I know well,
I was totally freaked out.

Luckily, I had my camera handy and managed to
snap a picture as the cover-up was happening.
Click here
if you want to see the picture and if
you have a strong heart.