Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (44) Sororal Love (Part 03)
While Patrick was in the pub he decided that it was time to put an end to the toxic relationship with Molly Webb.
But by the time he returned to the house after midnight he had decided to forgive her.
The house was in complete darkness so he assumed Molly had already turned in and his first thought was to go and find her but before he went upstairs he went into the lounge to take his shoes off. But due to a combination of excessive alcohol, the long walk home, and a ridiculous number of night shifts, which had clearly taken their toll on him, when he sat down on the sofa he promptly fell asleep and woke up in the same place 2 hours later.
When he did wake up he had a crick in his neck so he decided he should find a more comfortable berth.
Because of the on/off nature of their relationship he had never met her family and he had only been to the house on two occasions before that night so he wasn’t really familiar with the layout.
He crept upstairs and opened the first door he came to and looked inside and saw a sleeping figure lying beneath the duvet so he undressed and slipped into bed, Molly was lying on her side with her back to him so he cuddled up and spooned her.
“I’m sorry” he said
“Mmmmm” she murmured as he nuzzled her neck and his hands began to explore the landscape of her body.
Which was when he realised he had his hands all over the body of the wrong Miss Webb.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry”
Which was the precise moment that Kay realised that the arms that were wrapped around her were not in her sensual dream but were real flesh and blood arms attached to a real flesh and blood naked body.
“Who the hell are you?” she screamed and reached out and turned on the light and he could see that having more or less guessed which room was Molly’s he had clearly got it wrong.
“Get out of my bed”
“I’m really sorry” he whimpered as he scrambled out of bed
“I thought you were Molly”
“Well I’m not” she barked “in fact I’m not like my sister in anyway, now get out”
“Sorry, sorry” he burbled as he gathered together his clothes and skulked out the door and onto the landing where he found Molly standing with her arms folded.
Molly didn’t speak at first, she just looked at Patrick as he clutched his clothes to his midriff to cover his embarrassment.
“What the hell have you been doing with my sister?” she yelled
“Nothing” he said innocently “I just went in the wrong room, I thought it was you”
“I thought it was you,” he said in his defence
“What do you mean you thought it was me?” she said aghast
“You didn’t notice anything different?”
“It wasn’t your usual perfume” he replied
“Really?” she said inquisitively “You didn’t notice I’d turned into a stick insect? You didn’t notice you weren’t cuddled up to my hot figure?”
He was going to contest her latest comments when he noticed Molly wasn’t in her night clothes, she was wearing party clothes.
“Hold on a minute, where the hell have you been?”
“Don’t change the subject” she retorted
“You’ve been with your cousin” he said with disgust “Despite everything you said you’ve been with Pauline”
“Oh do change the record Patrick” Molly said dismissively and went towards her bedroom.