Room for Rent (closed)

[sweetcharity]

Elizabeth Sanderson

I blinked and turned away from the sun that was streaming through the window. With a soft groan I buried under the covers and pressed my eyes shut enjoying the snug warmth.

Feeling drowsy and content, I let my mind drift until some strange sound dragged me back to semi-consciousness. I stretched and rolled onto my back looking up at the ceiling feeling suddenly that something was ... strange ...

Realisation flooded back suddenly. I had moved out. I was in Mr Hardy's house, renting his spare room. I looked about the bedroom and noted how bright and cheerful it looked in the new day sun.
... new day ...
I glanced over at the clock by my bed and gasped.

"10 o'clock! ... Ohhh hell..."

I strained to listen and heard distinct noises.
Mr Hardy was up and about.
I hauled myself out of bed and went to the bathroom, splashing my face with water and dabbing it dry.
I was parched. Desperate for a cup of tea, I toyed with the idea of getting dressed, but decided against it.
I went through to the living room and rummaged in one of my cardboard boxes and pulled out a box of English teabags.

If he was busy, I could just make a mug of tea and bring it back up here, I told myself and moved to let myself out of the appartment.

The smell of cooking hit me as I went down the stairs.
Mr Hardy was still in the kitchen, but had almost finished his breakfast.

"Morning ..."

I told him softly and crossed to put on the kettle before turning to face him.

"'Sorry I woke you last night, Mr Hardy ..."

I told him shyly.

"I only just woke up ... can't believe I slept that long .."

I ran a hand through my hair and then reached up to open up the cupboard, standing on tiptoe to reach.

"You don't mind if I put these teabags in here, do you?"

I asked.

"I might buy myself a kettle today, so I don't keep disturbing you coming down here for a drink..."

Closing the cupboard once more, I reached for a mug and put one of the tea bags in.

"Ohh sorry ... do you want another drink?"

I asked making to reach into the cupboard again.

"English tea?"

I invited glancing back towards him awaiting his answer.

 

[My Erotic Tail]

"Morning Lizzie" I mumbled over my paper.

She put her water on to boil and put her tea
bags in the cuboard. I watched slightly as I read/

She asked If I wanted english tea? I didnt really
know if it was any different than American, so out
of curiousity I said,

"Hum, sure, Why not."

I read the funny section of the pater and giggled
at the humor it portraid.

"Why do we drive on parkways...and park on
driveways?" I asked reading it from the paper.

I found this humporous. I looked at lizzie who
was busy makeing her morning delight.

"Lizzie, there are eggs and bacon in the fridge.
Make your self at home and fix what ever you like."
I stated.