The stupid kid returned to my house on Thursday. HMF was over and we had ordered some take away. Hearing the doorbell and thinking, food! I ran to the door only to be met by little Si. He had the balls to lye to me and tells me he was Si’s brother and I told him to fuck off, just like that. Pardon mon Francais. I slammed the door in his face and then he rang the bell again.
Si: “I’m si’s brother. You know Si, KS’s friend?”
Me: “Si, oh, the little pathetic wanker. No, oh well, yes, I have seen him cause he’s write in front of me now.”
Si: “Uhm, no I’m Si’s brother. The police are after Si.”
Me: “I bloody well hope the little bastard, I mean you get arrested.”
Si (in a deep voice trying to sound threatening): “How do you know I’m not Si?”
Me: “I might be totally blind, but I’m not totally thick. You sound too much like Si.”
Si: “I’m his brother that’s why.”
Me turning away from him: “HMF, do you reckon I shall call the cops?”
HMF: “I guess you could do…”
Si: “Why shall you call the police?”
Me, fuming: Well, so that you can help your brother.” At this point I was just playing along with his silly game.
Me: Well, if you want to, come in and wait. I’ll tell you where your brother is if you can give me back the £340 he stole from me.”
Si: What money?”
It went on like that for a while. Me saying I wanted my money back and him denying it. Eventually I asked if he’d been to see KS which he said he had, so I picked up the phone and rang him. Si left while I was speaking to him and KS came running down like a madman. I believe he even had a knife on him. I’d never seen him this angry. He phoned Si and asked why the hell he’d tried to trick me into thinking he was his brother. He sounded like he was about to shit himself and said he hadn’t and that he’d come back and bomb our house.
We called the cops and told them about the incident. The cop I was speaking to didnot knows that we didn’t know Si’s surname, so he let it slip to me, something I thought was really hilarious.
I know he came back to KS’s flat the next day asking him what I’d said to his brother. Honestly, some people are just so stupid it’s unbelievable.
I went to discuss the possibilities for moving into a bigger flat with KS in another part of London the next day. It looks like we might have a good chance of getting tit, but fingers and toes crossed. JI stayed at HMF’s from Friday to Saturday. Friday we just had a night in with spag bol, wine and nibbles. A couple of her mates came around as well. The next day, she, I and two other girls went to this sex shop where you have to be a woman or if you are a man, be accompanied by one to be let in. I think that’s brilliant. No old perves walking around that way. It was also really friendly in that they made tea and coffee and took the time to show us a lot of different toys.
All I wanted when I got home was a quiet night, but my friend G came around and because I haven’t spent quality time with her in ages, we had some wine, Indian take away and chatted loads. When she’s left my boy came around and we had a go with some of my new toys.
In the shop I bought: A ribbed glass dildo, a cockring, a tiny vibrating egg, some lube and a toybox.
Tags: Cockring, G, Glass dildo, HMF, KS, sex shop, Si, Toybox
