The Verdant Vixen Vicky
The Verdant Vixen Vicky I woke at about 8am, the house was quiet. Both my wife and our house guest, Vicky, had departed for their respective workplaces before I awoke, so I was alone. I watched some YouTube videos in bed and scrolled through my Facebook feed, then at about 8:30am decided I should probably get ready for work as well. I picked up my towel from where it was hanging on a radiator in the hallway, as I walked through to the bathroom to jump into the shower. Vicky is a friend of my wife’s who had moved away about twelve months ago. She and her family had headed back to Belfast to look after her aging parents, but her employer had allowed Vicky to keep her role, provided she returned to their base …