“What are you doing in my room!?”
I had distinct memories of stacking several pieces of furniture in front of the door before I retired, and a quick glance confirmed that they were still in place.
“Through the secret passageway,” she said with one of her winks. “Nunzio showed it to me last night.”
“Oh, he did, did he?” I snarled. “Remind me to express my thanks to him for that little service.”
“Save your thanks, sugar. You’re goin’ to need them when I get done with you.”
With that she raised the covers and slid in next to me.
I slid out the other side of the bed as if a spider had just joined me. Not that I’m afraid of spiders, mind you, but Bunny scares me stiff.
“Now what’s wrong?” she whined.
“Um … ah … look. Bunny. Can we talk for a minute?”
“Sure,” she said, sitting up in bed and bending forward to rest her elbows on her knees. “Anything you say.”
Unfortunately, her current position also gave me an unrestricted view of her cleavage. I promptly forgot what I was going to say.
“Aaah. .. I… urn . ..”
There was a knock at the door.
“Come in!” I said, grateful for the interruption.
That is beyond a doubt the dumbest thing I have ever said.
The door opened, sweeping the stacked furniture back with amazing ease, and Chumley walked in.
“I say, Skeeve, Aahz has just been telling me the most remarkable … Hal-lo?”
I mentioned before that Chumley is a troll. What I didn’t say was that he could blush … probably because I didn’t know it myself until just now. Of all the sights I’ve seen in several dimensions, a blushing troll is in a category all its own.