I roused him with two paracetamol and another glass of water and he blearily came too, looking at me and then around the room. Bokep indo God, he was going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow! I rolled him over onto his back and confirmed what I expected; his shirt and trousers were stained with sick and dribble. One night, I was watching TV on my own, as usual. “Give me some help here,” I chastised him, “I need to get these trousers in the wash too.”
I didn’t expect a respose and I didn’t get one. He had been getting uptight about doing so many exams at school recently and had said the other day that the last one was this week and that it was also his birthday this week-end.
