Sexy Lady was playing out loud. Bugger! Who on earth was it in the right mind to call at 6.45am on a Sunday?! I was woken up by it. I slowly crawled out from my bed and stretched my body to my table. I took the phone and see with my squinted eyes – by the time I reached out to my phone, it became 2 missed calls.
It was him. Great sense of timing, man! I ignored them and I will not call back (later). I hope it was just an accidently-terpressed –my- number- situation. There is no reason for him to call me anyway. *(A thought came to mind, I hope he is ok and nothing bad happened to him at that hour (got extremely drunk or met an accident. Touch Wood, touch wood); that he called me twice.)
I crawled back and pulled the sheets right up to my neck. I fell asleep thereafter and continued with my long- awaited-weekly-turning-into-a-pig- session.
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