Don’t Forget to Lock the Door
Cathy woke up with her head pounding, a pain behind her eyes and feeling hot and sweaty. She pulled off her t-shirt, reached for the cup of water by her bed – damn, it was empty – then snuggled back under her duvet in just her panties. It was still dark with just the first grey glimmer of dawn. It hadn’t even been a particularly good night out. Mary had texted her to say the staff at Excelsior Discount Store were going for a Christmas meal at a restaurant in town and did Cathy want to meet up for drinks afterwards. Stupid idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a drink or two. After all they all knew she had been dismissed …