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Central International Airport This choice: Who is sleeping in my bed?! • Go Back...Chapter #5a room for all? by: emma43 Jessica looked at herself in the mirror, God I need some beauty sleep, she thought. Her usual groomed appearance had been replaced by that of a homeless bag lady. God if Mick could see me now, she thought.
Jessica was a woman who enjoyed the finer things in life. However now a toothbrush and tooth paste would seem like life's greatest luxury. The stale taste of yesterday's micro waved plane stew was ruminating in her, making her feel slightly nauseous.
Just as Jessica began to feel thoroughly worn out and ready to sleep this day away, a strange noise coming from the bedroom that startled her. She crept around the door frame, and sneak to turn on the light. As the florescent beam filled the room, a stiffled groan came from a lump in the bed. Jessica froze. "God damm it Susie, I told you I need my rest, now turn that damm light off". Jessica felt as if this was a dream, could this be how jet lag feels? Surely not, maybe she was having a break down, some kind of post traumatic stress after the hell of a day she'd had.? But as the lump in the bed jolted up, rubbed his eyes and screamed "who the hell are you?" with a dirty Texan drawl, Jessica realised this was no dream, no hallucination... their really was a half naked man lying in her bed. "Who the hell am I?" she asked furiously, " I am the lady who has booked this room, now if you would be so kind would you please put on your trousers and get the hell out of here before I call security!". | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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