Chapter 957 Weired Slutty Sisters++ 1

• When I heard the door slam shut, I stopped typing. In the six months since my girlfriend Debra and I moved in together, I had learned that you could tell what kind of day she had just by listening to the sounds she made in the first thirty seconds after she got home. So I saved the piece I was writing, sat still at my desk and listened.
• The slammed door didn't mean much in itself. In fact, it might even bode well for me. On many previous occasions, after that slamming sound, I had heard the clicking of Deb's heels across the apartment as she strutted her way to my chair to hug me from behind, biting my ear and murmuring in a sexy voice that she had a lot of stress to relieve and could I think of a way to help her out? That would be a good bad day.
• But today was different, as I realized when I heard the clinking sound of her keys hitting the kitchen table, hard, followed by the heavy thump of her bag falling to the floor. Finally, there was the tumbling echo of her shoes being kicked off to scatter in the hall. That, I had come to learn, was the ultimate bad sign. Okay then, I thought with a sigh, so it's Dana again.