Brief back-story: Quality Times, a 30-something, 21st century Earth woman has inherited a time travelling space-ship which can shrink to fit her pocket. Accompanying her on her travels is Tim, a spotty 17 yr old who she is trying to dump on any planet that will have him. It's a light-hearted romp with a bit of bawdy language thrown in for good measure.
And so to the six sentences -
I poked my hand underneath the pillow and retrieved the tablet. It was round, yellow and very small. Easy to slide down the throat. After swallowing, I laid down in bed and closed my eyes.
I was just getting to the bit in the dream where Bluey was peeling off his skin-tight underpants when I was rudely awakened by Tim, hissing my name. Believe me, when you open your eyes to find a spotty youth just inches from your face, you'd scream, too.
(Ladies and gents, say hello to Sean Lamont, Scottish rugby player and man who occasionally takes his clothes off for naughty French calendars. If you're wondering what Bluey from the snippet above looks like, it's him!)
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