The Arms rm 410, Christmas Eve, early evening.
George Michael had Mary's gifts wrapped and sitting in a large red bag by his luggage. They were leaving tonight to go home, to his his home. With all of his family. George Michael was not worried. Not really. Mary was his girlfriend and if he had to pop Uncle GOB in the eye to keep him from looking at her, in that way, then he would. He was sure of it. Seriously. He would certainly act like it even if his fist didn't actually swing.
So there he was, standing center room, arms at his sides... waiting for Mary. She worked today so he would wait for her to get ready and then they would go.
Wait. They would exchange gifts, then go. Well, he would ask Mary what she wanted to do first. George Michael was easy like that.
[For the girlfriend, please. And up early for sp goodness.]
So there he was, standing center room, arms at his sides... waiting for Mary. She worked today so he would wait for her to get ready and then they would go.
Wait. They would exchange gifts, then go. Well, he would ask Mary what she wanted to do first. George Michael was easy like that.
[For the girlfriend, please. And up early for sp goodness.]