Blog Today: EURO SEX PARTIES reached out to shut off the lamp when it happened again, sending her lamp crashing off the nightstand. "Shit." Gina cursed angrily, retrieving the now useless light before stomping out of the bedroom.
She grabbed her keys off the hook by the backdoor and slammed out of the house, intent on finding the guilty party and stringing him up by his genitalia. It had to be a man. No woman would be so rude. Women understood that night was for sleeping.
Gina looked around for the source of the commotion when a horn blared from the garage next store, followed by a string of profanity. By the time she got to the garage, Pete, who was house sitting for her normally quieter neighbors, was searching frantically under the hood for the horn wire to the old Desoto he was apparently trying to resurrect.
