out of town guest
A friend recently stayed at our home over the weekend. She had moved out of town, came back to visit and my wife and I opened our spare bedroom to her. No big, sure you can stay.
I had come downstairs to make coffee (like a good host) and as I was standing in the kitchen I saw her coming downstairs. Flannel pajamas and slippers, nothing revealing, nothing exposed but it made me shiver.
The mere occurrence of a woman, other than my wife, coming down our stairs and in to our kitchen early in the morning started me twitching. I couldn't stop myself.
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