Thank you to Ed for editing my story.
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Sue sat in her bed softly among her many pillows. Her pale slender legs were crossed on top of her white blankets. A mint green nightie covered her body ending sharply before her knees. Square glasses rested on her face, her nose buried a book. Her deep green eyes furiously scanned the words in front of her. A stray strand of her ginger hair dared to fall in front of her eyes.
Sue was a bookworm through and through, another book rested by her feet while an entire pile sat unopened on her bedside table. Across the room there were two bookshelves, one filled to the brim with her read books, and the other spilling full of unread ones.
Licking her thumb, she flipped to the next page. She could hear laughter from down the hall. She piqued her ruby eyebrows but resumed reading almost immediately. Her husband and his three old high school pals were gathered around the kitchen table for their monthly catch-up/ poker game.
Sue barely got into the next page when she heard more laughter followed by banging. She glanced towards the clock, 1:34AM. It was now Sunday morning. She had been reading for over two hours. Sue placed the bookmark in her page and set the book down in her lap.
"Church is in nine hours," she reminded herself. While she and her husband weren't overly religious, Sue liked the community and choir singing so they did their best to keep up with it all. It wouldn't be the end of the world if they missed a Sunday though.
She was up by the third round of laughter and banging. They were drinking of course but it was always up in the air when they would be finished. Sue peeked her head down the hall. She could see the silhouettes casted by the kitchen light against the hallway. Closing the door, Sue left them to their games. There was no real point in asking for quiet, the boys only saw each other twelve times a year. And of those, only three were hosted at their house. Sue was kind enough to give them their nights. The kids were sleeping over at their grandmother's house anyways. Sue climbed back into her bed and reopened her book. She could still hear them but it was much more dull than before.
The door burst open a couple minutes later. Her husband, Jack, quickly stumbled into the room. He sheepishly stood in the doorway for more than a few seconds. His broad frame swayed leisurely while he collected his thoughts.
"Don't worry honey I am not drunk," he slurred as he stumbled over to the bedside a planted a soft drunken kiss on his wife's lips. The alcohol was fresh on his breath.
Sue laughed and ran her hand through his short jet black hair. "Don't worry my little gambler, I know you aren't. Have the boys left then?"
"Nope!" Jack replied, "We're just about to get into another round if you don't mind."
Sue peeped at the clock, 1:47AM. "It's kind of late Jacky isn't it?"
"Oh don't worry about it Suzie, besides the kids aren't even home and I'm winning for once!"
"Okay well don't drink too much more, you're gonna be hungover in the morning."
"Don't worry honey, I just need to take a quick leak. I can handle more."
"No more please," Sue frowned.
"Don't worry baby I've been drinking beer for the last hour, I promise you no whiskey dick tonight."
Sue laughed at her husband's drunk remarks as he relieved himself in the bedroom bathroom. If it wasn't whiskey dick it would be another excuse she knew. There had been no action in that bedroom for months. Just empty promises and a slew of excuses. Jack kissed her cheek before stumbling back into the hall. The heavy smell of alcohol on his breath revealed how drunk he actually was. Whiskey dick was definitely going to be the excuse tonight.
Jack wasn't normally a big drinker or gambler. It was all the rage among his old friends though. With them around Jack would partake in nearly an activity. He was more of a follower than a leader, that much was for sure.
Eventually the noise in the kitchen whittled down. She could hear chairs moving and feet shuffling. That meant they were either leaving or moving downstairs to the video games. Hopefully the former, Sue thought, then maybe she could get to Jack while he was drunk but before the whiskey dick settled in.
Sue heard a knock at her door. She looked up to see it slowly swing open. Around it popped out a familiar face.
"Oh shit sorry Sue. I thought this was the bathroom."
"Oh don't worry Steve. It's the door just before this one." Sue smiled at him from the bed.
"Oh thanks," he said, red in the face. He shut the door firmly behind him.
Steve, or Uncle Steve to the kids, was one of Jack's oldest friends. Apparently they went so far back that Jack didn't even know where they had met. He was the best man at their wedding and made frequent visits to the house. Mary, his wife, turned out to be one of Sue's best girlfriends as well. The two families often travelled abroad together.
Steve reentered her bedroom less than a minute later after knocking. The slim man opened with little announcement.
"Sorry again Sue, someone's in there. Is there another bathroom I could use?"
"Oh well I guess if it's that urgent..." Steve nodded towards his feet. "Well just use ours then."
Steve hopped into the room. "Thanks," he told her before closing the bathroom door.
Sue rolled her eyes. She could hear his stream shoot into the water, no discretion whatsoever. The flush was louder and Sue could tell he didn't bother putting the seat back down.
"Sue!" Steve called from the bathroom.
"Yeah?" She called back.
"Do you not have any towels in here?"
Sue got up and opened the bathroom door. Steve was still tucking away his junk; she couldn't avoid seeing his flaccid penis.
"Sorry! I should have knocked!" She apologized, shielding her eyes.
"Oh it's alright. It's away now," he told her. The clinking of his belt confirmed this. Sue opened her eyes. "Besides we're practically family Sue, I'm surprised you've lasted this long without seeing my penis!"
"Well it's not like I'm trying to sneak peeks at it."
"Could have fooled me right there," Steve chuckled.
"What do you mean where's the towel? It's right here!" She exclaimed, pointing to the blue hand towel sitting on the sink.
"Oh."
"Jeez how much have you had to drink tonight?"
"Well not as much as Jacky, that's a given," He told her while rinsing his hands.
