That was until her sister Katie came to stay
following her divorce, and she was very depressed, and didn’t want to go, she
just stayed at home and watched trashy TV, and it was cramping Christina’s
style.
However,
salvation came in the form of new neighbour Connor Rigby who had shown a good
deal of interest in Katie, heavily encouraged by her sister.
He
invited her round to his house for dinner which Katie was originally keen on,
relatively, but come the night, her bottle went.
When
she appeared in the lounge she was immaculately dressed and beautifully made
up.
“Wow”
Christina said, “you look stunning.”
“I
look frightful” she responded morosely.
“No,
you don’t” she reassured her “Connor will trip over his tongue when he sees you.”
Christina
slipped on some shoes and said.
“Come
on sexy I’ll escort you to his.”
She
took her arm and as they walked up his path she turned to her sister and asked
with panic in her voice.
“What
if he thinks I look frightful?”
“He
won’t think that because you look gorgeous” Christina said to her softly.
“I
hope so” she replied forlornly.
They
continued walking up to Connor’s door and Christina rang the bell and it was
opened in moments.
“Hello”
Connor said cheerfully.
“Hello
Connor” Katie said glumly as she stepped into the house.
“Have
a great time Katie” she called after her, but Katie didn’t reply, and Connor
gave her a look.
“Crisis
of confidence” she whispered.
“Oh,
I see,” he said sagely.
Connor
assured her he would massage her ego and ply her with drink until she cheered
up, and they laughed and then she wished him a nice evening and returned home.
Once
inside she resumed her seat and refilled her glass.
At
some point during the evening Christina fell asleep, she woke up just after two
o’clock, and only then because she needed a pee.
After
relieving herself she turned off the TV and began tidying up prior to going to
bed.
About
ten minutes later the front door opened and Katie tottered into the lounge
carrying her tights and knickers
“So,
Connor liked you then” Christina asked as she plopped down on the sofa.
“He
did,” she said smiling “three times.”
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