Day 1 - the day before our anniversary and Liz has been infected for days with some kind of unknown throat infection. On reaching our romantic anniversary retreat in robin hoods bay, she turns to me and innocently asks me to look into her mouth to see if I can see any redness. Staring curiously at the back of her mouth, expecting to see a slight reddening of the tonsils, I was horrified to instead, see in its place, a green, moss like fungus pulsating and bubbling like some kind of substance found in a chemical laboratories biological waste facility. Im almost sure I could hear the screams of what sounded like undead souls, echoing from the popping, fizzing bubbles... Finally I managed to find the words JESUS WOMAN SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!! I knew at that moment, two things.. Firstly my chances of a kinky, hot, night of whips, chains and baby oil was now at risk of being downgraded to a grope under the sheets and a pot noodle... Secondly the risk of me being infected by this almost alien like viral, throat fungi had increased significantly after purposely paying for a small cosy love nest to stay in for two nights. Or more accurately a perfectly designed, one bedroomed incubator, ideal for viral infections to flourish between humans. That night I tried to keep myself occupied by humming and thinking of memories passed as my poor wife coughed, spluttered, shivered, sweat and wept in discomfort. Imagine, if you will the exorcist crossed with the walking dead, with a sprinkle of the thing mixed in for added flavour. That would some what describe Mrs Ws state. However whilst munching on my beef and tomato flavoured pot noodle and observing this disturbing spectacle, I couldnt help think to myself how fiiiiiine her ass looked whilst she was reaching for her beechams and paracetamol. Day 2 - my throat really hurts... My choices last night were foolish.... Liz Williamson
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 14:33:33 +0000
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