Right in the middle of my very meager and very late night dinner the intercom buzzer went off. It's so loud that even when I'm expecting it the damn thing nearly scares me to death. Well, if I could die from a heart attack, it might scare me to death. I walked over and pushed the talk button:
"Who is it?"
"Marcus, what the hell are you doing here at this hour?"
"I have to see you. It's an emergency."
"Are you bleeding or is there a bone sticking out of you somewhere? Because that's an emergency at 2:00am, but as far as I'm concerned nothing much else is."
"I've been thinking about you all day and I just have to see you."
Ah. A booty call by a twenty five year old in the middle of the night. That's all I need. I'd have to change, shower, put some makeup on, what a pain. But then my appetites and an idea hit me at the very same time. Marcus is a succulent Italian dish and it had been a while.
"Ok, I'll buzz you in, but I have to hop in the shower, so you just come in and have a beer and wait while I get freshened up."
I buzzed him into the lobby and left my door open a crack. I'd have a minute or so before he got up the stairs. I scurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I hid in the closet where I could look out through the slats to see if he came into the bathroom. About a minute later he came into the room on tippy toes. He stripped, and crept toward the shower. Just as his hand made contact with the curtain I bounded out of the closet and caught him by the neck in my jaws and around his taut middle with my claws.
His eyes widened as he saw me, then all the blood left his face as I dragged him into the shower. It's so handy when they take their clothes off first, then there's no need to spit up the zippers and buttons afterwards.
As it turned out having dinner in the shower was very convenient since all of the fluid splatter just went right on down the drain. But even with the water running I was relieved that my shower curtain is plastic and easily rinsed down, because Marcus turned out to be even juicier than I thought and it always seems like any time I have Italian I just get it everywhere.
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