Saturday,11:00 am. I was having a shower trying to get rid of a rather nasty hangover when the damn doorbell rang. Loud. Damn near made my head bust. I tried to ignore it but some idiot kept pushing the bell. Shelly, my wife, works Saturdays so I had to answer the damn thing myself. I turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, held it round my waist and stumbled down the stairs, dripping.
“OK, OK. I'm coming.” Every ring set off explosions in my poor head.
I opened the door.
“What is it?” A young girl stood there. She had red hair, a freckled face and wore a crisp white cotton blouse, red pleated skirt, and running shoes. Her eyes went wide at the sight of me dripping wet and bleary.
“Collecting for the paper, sir.” She sounded a bit confused. No wonder, my towel exposed me up to the hip but what was the big deal, my front was covered. “$4 sir.”
“Don't you usually collect from my wife in the evening?”
“Mom says not on school days anymore. So I'm collecting today. She says if I fail again I'll have to do papers all my life.” She tried not to look at me but her eyes kept glancing at the towel.
“OK, wait a minute.” I noticed a note on the table that said pay for paper. I gave her the money and watched her leave.
She got on her bike and whispered excitedly to her friend on the other bike. They both glanced back at me.
After Shelly came home we had some beer. I mentioned the papergirl. Shelly passed me another beer and laughed.
“Next time show her your 45 yr. old butt. Her name's Annie. She’s not too bright. Looks young but she had her 18th birthday a couple months ago. The other kid was probably Priya. From India or Pakistan or someplace. They're in the same class together. Nice kid but she's not too bright either. Actually, the two together aren't bright enough to light up this room.” Shelly always went on and on.
We had some more beer, Shelly pretended to be a papergirl and we had a quick fuck with me showing her what I would do to a papergirl.
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