boy’s night_(2)
It was late as I finally opened the door to our flat. Only to hear gunshots and screams. I groaned. It had been a long hard day and I had totally forgotten about the ‘boys night’. Well, that was what my husbands called it anyway. Booze, war movies, too many fags and his, our, best mate. Don’t get me wrong. Usually I would happily join them and enjoy it as much as they did. But now all I wanted was to go to bed and fall asleep. “Guys I’m home”, I called and went straight to our bedroom. Yawning I undressed, tossed my clothes straight in the laundry basket. Maybe I would join them for a beer anyway. No harm and a chance to relax and unwind. I reached for the tank top and boxer …