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Drifting slowly out of his dream, Tom realised he
was waking from his
peaceful slumber, to hear the sound of someone tapping gently on the
window. He looked over to the clock, 7:29am, time to get up. He slided
off the bed, stood and strectched, a massive erection pointing to the
ceiling, he shook his head, and walked into the bathroom, and turned on
the shower.
Suddenly he remembered the tapping on the window, and walked over
towards it. He pulled back the curtain, to see Pete; standing there,
soaking wet in the morning rain. He motioned for Pete to walk round to
the door. Tom opened the front door of his ground floor apartment. Pete
stood there, looking Tom up and down. Being quite absent minded, Tom
realised by Pete's visage, that he forgot to put some clothes on. He
pulled Pete in and closed the door.
‘What are you doing here Pete?' Tom enquired.
'Steve's thrown me out, he found out about me and Alex. He's livid!'
Pete exclaimed.
Tom was Pete's best mate, known each other since they were kids.
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