I was up very late on Tuesday morning, and in the end we were one of the last groups to leave, as I wanted to male sure my blood cells outnumbered the alcohol. I had switched to softer drinks after midnight, just to be sure, but I waited until noon and they were actually kicking us off the site. The traffic had dropped considerably by then, so we were soon out of Shrewsbury and on the A49 heading towards the Shropshire Hills. The day before had been, as the cliché goes, one to remember, but I suspected it might just have been erased from some people’s memories.

For Hot Stories Join My Patreon - Sissyfication

I hadn’t planned to see her that day. Honestly, if I’d known my sister wasn’t home yet, I probably would’ve made some excuse, dropped her charger off another time, and avoided this… situation entirely. But fate — or bad timing — decided otherwise.