A Tom Story

Thinking about Tom reminds me of that summer that I moved in with him… I came home from work at around 4am or so, and Tom was already in his room with the door close. I woke up around 10 or 11 later that same morning because I heard the shower running. I guessed that Tom was taking a shower (which was true). All of a sudden I heard a female voice coming from behind the closed door in Tom’s room. I knew that Tom went to a party the night before, I just didn’t know that he didn’t come home alone. My first thought was that the woman in Tom’s room didn’t know that I lived there and she was talking to herself. But when she asked a question, I heard a different female voice answer. Wow not only did the boy get some action last night, but he got double teamed. Good news for me… I got to witness their walk of shame.