Scene: a living-room. We see a polite-looking middle-class MAN sat waiting patiently on a settee, his hands folded in his lap. In front of him is a coffee-table, on which there is an elaborate basket of flowers, together with a large greeting-card with a big red heart on the front. Next to them sits a wedding-ring.
From upstairs, we can hear the sound of VIGOROUS FUCKING. Both male and female voices cry out in violent ecstasy for what seems like an age while the feet of the bed bang repeatedly against the ceiling. At one point, a little bit of plaster falls from the roof, causing him a moment's distraction before he goes back to waiting contentedly.
After a particularly loud finish, we hear the sound of footsteps clumping down the stairs and see a bedraggled-looking, half-dressed WOMAN smack the arse of a massive BIKER as she lets him out the front door.
As she enters the living-room, she lights up a cigarette, stuffs the wedding ring back on her finger and slumps inelegantly down onto the other sofa. The MAN looks keenly at her while she drags on the cigarette and splutters a hacking cough. Eventually she becomes distracted by him watching her and pipes up in a gruff voice.
- What?!
There is a pause before the MAN hopefully responds.
Happy Anniversary, dear…
There is another pause while she eyes him disgust and stubs out her cigarette.
(getting up to leave)
- Fuck off…
C.C. 25/01/08
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