I got home from working at Logan's one day and went up to my room to take a nap. But what I found was bound to be burned into my mind for life. There was a girl, laying in my bed of all places. She was wearing red, silky pajamas, both pants and top, both were button-up. Upon closer inspection of her after entering my room from the doorway, I saw she had a HUGE 'rack', They looked to be more like a couple of pillows for her to lay on, they both were as big as a medium-size, exercise balls. Her pajamas were striped with rose red and brick red colors.
She also had noticeably bright reddish brown hair, which went to her lower back. she was holding a whiskey bottle in her right hand, I noticed her face was flushed and her nipples were making indents on her shirt. "Great, I have another horny drunkard in my room. This is JUST terrific." My voice dripping with sarcasm. She groaned and stirred until she was up in a pose you would see in those women's magazines on her knees, ony this looked cute in a childish sort of way.
Her face still flushed. She then asked me with a slurred voice "Are you the mailman?" I frowned and replied " No, not only am I NOT the mailman, I live here, and WHY are you in my house for the love of Pete!" She looked at me and then she winced while holding her head "My head hurrrrrts." She groaned trying to get up. I made her sit back down. "I would suggest laying down till your hangover blows over."
She looked at me with her beautiful crystal-blue eyes and she got up again and hugged me saying " Thank youuuuuu." She then layed back down and passed out. Hopefully dreaming comforting dreams. I turned off my bedroom light and let her sleep the day away.
Needless to say, I had some splainin' to do my mother and father, whom were highly suspicious I had brought her home, I told them how I had found her. To say the least, they were shocked at her measurements, which they quickly estimated. I got grounded for a week, but she was welcome to stay as long as she did not drink herself silly. We later learned her name was Celicia.
The end.
This will be a series of short stories involving Celicia.
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