Dutch Courage – Finally got back to Gen – Check out all the other episodes here. Each is below 500 words. But in a nut shell here’s what has happened so far

Gen left her friends on a dare to visit the unknown old man across the road. However, her mates don’t realise that Mr Roberts and Gen know each other from ten years ago and he was pleased to see her. She disappeared inside his house to meet Mr Robert’s gorgeous grandson. After a few strong drinks the three of them begin a strip card game. And advance to all being topless. Suddenly the door bell rang…

Dutch Courage

At the sound of the door bell the three of us looked around the table at each other. Then all eyes rested on my naked boobs.

As if my nipples were a clock Mr Roberts stated, “ It’s after 10pm. Surely it will be somebody one of us knows?”

In reply there was a rap-tap-tap on the living room window and the familiar sound of Jane, “Gen. Are you in there? Are you OK? Mr Roberts, I think your should open the door… or… well, just open the door. I’m not alone.”

I had a vision of Anne hiding behind Jane. Embarrassed at her friend making such a scene.

“It’s my mates from across the road. I knew they’d wonder where I was…. eventually.”

“Should we let them in?” Jacob inquired with a definite uncertain tone to his voice.

Without answering directly Mr Roberts quickly poured us all another G&T, “Dutch courage,” he smiled and set off down the hall way to the front-door.

At the same time Jacob and I looked at each other and both took a large gulp from our drinks.

I could hear Mr Roberts, “Yes. Genevieve is here. Safe and sound with my grandson and me.”

I couldn’t quite make out Jane’s reply, but then Mr Roberts huffed and said, “It’s very warm in my house… Oh, you want to come in. Well, if you have to. I am not sure that’s wise, but be it on your heads. This way.”

Eyes still locked, as if of the same mind, Jacob and I stood up, he grabbed my hand and together giggling we shot through the adjoining sitting room and up the steep stairs to the next floor. The last thing I heard, before Jacob closed the wooden door of what appeared to be his bedroom behind us, was Mr Robert’s puzzled voice, “Well I swear they were here a minute ago.”

The evening was becoming more surreal by the minute.

Continued here…