Victoria let herself in, dragging Paul by the hand into the hall. She closed the door and dropped the deadlock.
"Back in a second" she said, and darted off into the kitchen. Paul stood nervously in the hall, wondering what on earth Victoria was up to. She didn't give him time to reach a conclusion, darting back out of the kitchen and dragging him upstairs.
She pulled him into her bedroom and kicked her shoes off, before drawing the curtains. Paul stood watching her, a quizzical expression on his face. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Get undressed" she said, starting to pull her top off.
"What? You're kidding. What about your parents?" he asked.
"They're out" she said unclipping her bra.
"Golden rule, Victoria! Never outside the den, they might come back, we might forget, lose track of the time. If we're caught..." he spluttered.
"I haven't gone completely mad" she said "Dad's at a conference, mum's gone with him. They won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."
"They've left you on your own!?" he asked, incredulous.
"Yep" she said keeping her knickers on and sliding into bed.
"But... you're only fourteen, I mean, to leave you on your own..." he said.
"I'm the sensible responsible one remember? The one who can be trusted?" she said "Are you getting undressed or what?"
"What if they come back early? What if they change their minds or there's a problem, what if they come back now?" he asked.
"All taken care of" said Victoria "Now switch out of panic mode, get those clothes off and get into bed with me!"
"Taken care of how?" he asked, still making no move to get undressed.
"The deadlock's on the front door. The back door's locked and I've left the key in it. They can't get in" she said "If they do come back early, which they won't, all they can do is knock on the door and wait for me to answer it, by which time you'll be dressed and away."
Paul stared at her, amazed by her audacity, her ingenuity, her determination.
"Paul, you're not making me feel very much wanted or loved at the moment, you know" she said "I'm offering you my bed. If you don't want it, fine, bugger off!"
"No... I... it's just a surprise, it just so not like you" he said.
"Capricious, like the weather, remember?" she said "Your words, not mine."
"Bloody hell!" he said, starting to get undressed.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Tuesday, April 17, 2018