Cold Comfort (part 2) By CpSingleton © 2016
It had started, as always with a kiss. Sonya was up early in the morning and Donkey was on the verge of three days off after a busy eleven day stretch. When Compo and Carly had popped around and suggested a night over at theirs she had hugged him with a smile.
He’d then spent the evening listening to the Chilli’s, snorting a cheeky line of Billy and playing Sega.
It wasn’t as if it was the last days of Sodom. It was a quiet evening with friends, laughing and joking. And it wasn’t something Sonya hadn’t done many times when he was working.
At three in the morning he returned home on tiptoes. Not the tiniest murmur of a noise was made as Donkey crept towards the closed bedroom door.