Paying the Piper

Ah, the day after another one of those nights! So much pressure, my head had felt like a balloon ready to pop! I’d needed the release.

And I wake up here with you lying beside me. You look so peaceful. I wonder what your name is? Wendy perhaps? Yes, you look like a Wendy. You’ve that indefinable ‘Wendy’ quality.

Well, Wendy, the problem with a night of indulgence is paying the piper the next day. You know – DNA evidence to get rid of, fingerprints to wipe away.

No need to help me though, Wendy. Lucky you.

You get to sleep in.