Tastes Like Ass
The key in the lock was like a long-awaited friend. I knew it wouldnt be long now. The slant of light under the door indicated that the hall light had been flicked on, and I heard keys hit the table. She was finally home. The door to our upstairs bedroom was shut, but I knew that that was next entry point. She would soon be coming up the stairs. I could see the light from under the door go out, and I could hear her footsteps on the stairs. Finally, the handle to the door up into our...