Carrie's Next Visit

"Look, if you your bitch was coming back again today, you should have just told me. I'd have been cleaner". David says with a shrug. A day has passed. You had just come out, ready to greet Carrie, only to find the main sitting room table covered in bags of chips and crumbs. He'd been playing Xbox and not making a lot of effort to clean up after himself.

For a moment, your anger starts to rise. David always seems to do this. But, it cools as other emotions come to the fore. You remember what happened last night.

Normally, you'd be demanding that he clean it up. But, something about that just seems wrong.

Before you decide what to do, your hear a knock on the door.

When you open it, you open it to a slightly different Carrie. She's come today wearing a strapless black dress that's totally fits to her toned form. She's clearly wearing some kind of garter. You can tell by the black stockings she's matched to the dress. But, the main difference is her hair.

It's copper red.

"Hey babe." She says. She gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

David, still dressed in nothing but a ratty hoodie, looks over your shoulder. One of his thick eyebrows raises.

"David." Carrie gives a little curtsy.

"So tonight is movie night, right?" She turns back to you. "What are you watching?"

"Well, it all depends..." You say. "It might take a bit before we start. David still has to clean up the table. He messed it up earlier."

David just shrugs, not remotely shamed.

"Just have your female clean it up. What's the good of keeping one around if she's not willing to clean?"

Carrie's jaw drops slightly. A familiar crease in her eyebrows appears. Carrie never was good at taking that kind of misogyny.

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