Now, after a time, all had settled down with one another, Xavier curled up in the warmth of Felicity's bed as they slept peacefully dreaming quite dreams, Norman sprawled out on Josephine's bed under a thick down comforter as a light snow began to fall outside the frosted windows. All was still in the great house save the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs. Norman rolled over turning his back on the slumbering Josephine who had consumed far too much alcohol than a girl of her small stature should, so she had passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow. However, Norman awoke craving a cigarette. He carefully got up from the large comfortable bed and its many silken pillows, as he quietly slipped on his trousers, dressing himself so he could go out into the cold night and have a smoke.
Norman made his way down stairs as he admired the furnishings, gilt mirrors, posh sofas and art work. So elegantly decorated was this fine English home, the likes of which he had never seen at first hand, that he tip toed quietly around feeling as though he were in a grand museum. This house was fit for the Queen, he thought as he sat down in the living room by the cold fireplace putting on his shoes. Norman found his jacket and fumbled for his Marlboro Reds then he went outside leaving the backdoor slightly ajar. The bitter cold and falling snow was too much for his nicotine addiction so he made a hasty retreat back inside. Norman was a bit hungry so he went into the massive kitchen; which was, he deemed, larger than his mother's entire apartment. Here a thought sprung to his mind, how unfair life was, his mother was a saint of a woman living on a fixed income in a tiny flat, and here living the life of wealth and privilege was this rich family, who had bred to stupid whores, who were so misguided as to bring two strange men into their home on a Friday night. Not that the two of them had any ill intentions of harming Felicity or Josephine, but Norman felt he should teach these two 'dodos' a lesson. So he wandered into the master bedroom; which had a huge carved oak bed in the center of the great room, it looked like something out of a Tudor mansion and Norman wondered how many hundreds of years the antique bed could be. Fuck Me! He thought, for if he had known about this bed he would have much rather rogered Josephine here, instead of on the top of the stairs. Then he felt a secret desire in his heart to one day be wealthy like this family and fuck all the girls he wanted in a bed like this.
Norman fell in the bed having a silent moment of peace and relaxation, but when he rolled over Norman caught a glimpse of a large jewelry chest sitting on a the wooden dresser carved with vines and roses. His eyes lit up when he opened up the teak wood jewelry box where he found many gold, platinum and diamond rings, necklaces, brooches etc... His curiosity peaked when he lifted up the first and second trays where he saw on the bottom of the velvet lined box about thirty gold coins minted in South Africa. Here with the gold in his hand Norman knew exactly how he would teach these stupid girls a lesson. So he filled his pockets with as much of the small treasure he could take. Then he exited the room with a smile on his face as he shut off the light, and then crept down the hall to Felicity's room where he found Xavier sleeping.
"Hey mate." Norman whispered gently shaking Xavier awake. "C'mon we gotta get outta here."
Norman made his way down stairs as he admired the furnishings, gilt mirrors, posh sofas and art work. So elegantly decorated was this fine English home, the likes of which he had never seen at first hand, that he tip toed quietly around feeling as though he were in a grand museum. This house was fit for the Queen, he thought as he sat down in the living room by the cold fireplace putting on his shoes. Norman found his jacket and fumbled for his Marlboro Reds then he went outside leaving the backdoor slightly ajar. The bitter cold and falling snow was too much for his nicotine addiction so he made a hasty retreat back inside. Norman was a bit hungry so he went into the massive kitchen; which was, he deemed, larger than his mother's entire apartment. Here a thought sprung to his mind, how unfair life was, his mother was a saint of a woman living on a fixed income in a tiny flat, and here living the life of wealth and privilege was this rich family, who had bred to stupid whores, who were so misguided as to bring two strange men into their home on a Friday night. Not that the two of them had any ill intentions of harming Felicity or Josephine, but Norman felt he should teach these two 'dodos' a lesson. So he wandered into the master bedroom; which had a huge carved oak bed in the center of the great room, it looked like something out of a Tudor mansion and Norman wondered how many hundreds of years the antique bed could be. Fuck Me! He thought, for if he had known about this bed he would have much rather rogered Josephine here, instead of on the top of the stairs. Then he felt a secret desire in his heart to one day be wealthy like this family and fuck all the girls he wanted in a bed like this.
Norman fell in the bed having a silent moment of peace and relaxation, but when he rolled over Norman caught a glimpse of a large jewelry chest sitting on a the wooden dresser carved with vines and roses. His eyes lit up when he opened up the teak wood jewelry box where he found many gold, platinum and diamond rings, necklaces, brooches etc... His curiosity peaked when he lifted up the first and second trays where he saw on the bottom of the velvet lined box about thirty gold coins minted in South Africa. Here with the gold in his hand Norman knew exactly how he would teach these stupid girls a lesson. So he filled his pockets with as much of the small treasure he could take. Then he exited the room with a smile on his face as he shut off the light, and then crept down the hall to Felicity's room where he found Xavier sleeping.
"Hey mate." Norman whispered gently shaking Xavier awake. "C'mon we gotta get outta here."
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