Don’t Mind Me

“Oh, don’t mind me, John. I’m just helping myself to an apple… in your kitchen… and wearing one of your towels around my waist. Oh – and I hope you don’t mind, I’m also using your body, and me and your wife, Lori, just got done fucking like crazy. She’s a good lay, man, and she loved all the new things ‘you’ tried out this afternoon. Anyways, I’ll just be heading out now. I’d go up there if I were you. She might start to wonder why you’ve been down here for so long, and we don’t want her getting suspicious about anything, now do we? Oh, and John, I wouldn’t bother telling her about any of this. She wouldn’t believe you anyway. Catch ya later, buddy!”