And this is why you listen to your doctor

You're startled from your sleep by a loud knocking at the door.

"Jake open up! It's Danny." Danny was an old friend of yours. He knocked again. "Dude, I know you're in there. I can hear the TV on."

Glancing down at yourself you grimace. So it wasn't a really bad dream after all. You quietly walk over to the door and in as deep a voice as you can muster with your new-found femininity answer back. "I'm sick right now. Puking all over the place. Go home." Did he buy it?

"Who's in there? Where's Jake?" You can hear him fumble through the bush for the emergency key that you left outside.

As he fumbles in the dark to unlock the door you think quickly. I gotta hide, and fast. But where? Kitchen table? Your bedroom? Hall Closet? Or should you not hide and try to tell him?

Written by lark

Under the table

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