Jean was well used to his antics, paying scant attention once they were home alone.
Mark could well negotiate stairs, go from room to room, naked as a jay bird without ever stubbing his toe.
She never ceased to be intrigued at his co-ordination.
This particular weekend they had a group of friends over for a birthday celebration.
Copious amounts of drink was consumed and the meals also went down a treat, a good time was had by all.
It was late into the night when they retired, Jean was out for the count as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Waking next morning she found Mark missing from her bed – she found him stretched out on a couch downstairs wrapped in a bathrobe – she never owned a PINK bathrobe?
Peeling it off him quicker than you would peel an orange – SHOCK HORROR, he was found to be wearing a G-string.
The party was now turning out to be a nightmare, shaking him awake – he couldn’t explain this away with the excuse I must have been sleep walking.
Just then from the lounge area appeared a vision – the owner of the bathrobe dressed in a fancy dress chicken outfit…
(c) Chris Black 2017.