The Departure
Hank and I had an overwhelming good time last night in his room. We didn’t do it, but god were we close. I’m pretty sure it ended when I passed out, but none the less it was exciting. Probably a little disappointing to Hank, but things happen.
I heard the pitter patter of feet go down the hall. I turned to look at the clock is was barely 3 in the morning. I got out of bed quietly, making sure not to wake up Hank as I opened the door and left the room. I followed the sound quietly as possible until it stopped in the kitchen. I moved up against the wall and poked me head inside quickly. The refrigerator door was open, and whoever was getting stuff from the refrigerator had their head down. I moved from against the wall and walked in, turning on the light switch.
“What do you think you’re doing.”
