My Table Vicki stormed through the foyer of Henry’s building straight to the elevator, bruising her finger with the force she used to press the button for Henry’s floor.
Eventually it reached the floor and she ran to Henry’s door, knocking on it loudly.
The door opened, “Vic…” He didn’t finish as Vicki launched herself at him, her mouth finding his. Henry took a moment to recover and then grabbed her by the waist, kissing her with fervour, their hands ripping their clothes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling off her bra.
Vicki smiled, “Well it’s like this Henry, I have this itch…”