He Comes Home
“Hey,” he began, “I need you to take out the—what is happening?” he screamed, jumping out before he slammed the door shut. “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” he yelled in the corridor.
A smirk bloomed over Nicky’s face. “Well,” she said. “It’s very hot in here.” She reached out for her robe, adding, “And I did ask that you knock.” Her stepdad’s response would wrench a smile on her face.