The wound's still fresh..
I got home from work. My son had already been back from university, with four of his friends. They'd got ready at our house for an epic night out in our home city. I thought I'd tidied up and put anything embarrassing away out of sight. Everything was quiet, as I took off my boots and walked up the stairs, I thought about what I could eat, then I saw it.

It's a very bright pink, and about 20cm tall, including the switches at the bottom. My bathroom is a soothing pale green, thus rendering the big pink "Rabbit" shaped vibrator that I left on the windowsill incredibly visible, right from the front door, oh deary deary me. I thought, grabbing my pink friend, and shoving it back into my bedroom drawer.

The next morning, my house was full of my sons buddies, so any conversation I dared to start with my son would have to be very quiet. I finally girded myself and went into his bedroom.

"I'm going to put a coffee on, want one?" I asked
"Great, I'd love one" he said, was it my imagination or was he looking warily at me?
Now or never then "Oh I'm sorry about leaving that in the bathroom, how about we don't mention it again?"
"Suits me!" He smiled with relief, but it's still haunting me a bit the next day.
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Mon 21 Feb 2011, 19:14, Reply)