She knew that by pressing one button, she could torture them all.
They were all strapped in place, with no feasible means of escape.
Perhaps most disturbingly of all, she knew that she would actually take enjoyment from it.
Grandma pressed play, and Cliff Richards’ Greatest Hits filled the car.
Sean was surprised that his wife was coming along so enthusiastically.
She was in the car before him, and chattered excitedly on the journey.
However, she inexplicably became irritated when he parked outside Skipper’s Nautical Supplies; even though he had said, from the start, that they were going sail shopping.
Ben had been clean for 13 days, but was now struggling.
He couldn’t stop thinking about his experiences in the past; trying to focus on the morale-crushing come downs, rather than the amazing highs.
He’d vowed to give up, but couldn’t resist anymore.
Ben double clicked the Football Manager shortcut.
Norman had always been confident in his yodelling ability, but wanted to know what others thought.
Now, thanks to the wonders of the internet, his video was viewable to millions.
Day one; zero views.
Day two; zero views.
It continued...
Day 19; a view! And a comment!
“You suck, Norman!”
