Caught You Looking
Friday nights are always dull for me, my father was very over protective and thought Friday nights were for drunken slappers and old perverts, well that was his excuse for making my curfew seven o’clock. I was 17, not 7, but try explaining that to him. It got to around eight o’clock and I was already pacing around my room, I could never find anything to amuse me for more than ten minutes at a time. My dear mother and father had left at four for a weekend away, leaving my 21 year old brother Jack in charge for the night. My strictly rule abiding brother who had exchanged his usual Friday night in the pub for sitting in the living room with his friends so he could ensure I would stay firmly planted dying …