We had been drinking all night and it was closing time. Our flat was on the outskirts of town, so we decided to hit the kebab shop and grab a taxi home, as it was approaching midnight.

We left the pub and there was clearly a storm brewing, as we struggled to the kebab shop at the end of the block. It was pretty packed but eventually we got to the counter and placed our orders, with my friend Cathy batting her eyelids for a discount, but these Asian guys would have wanted a lot more than a pair of false eyelashes, in lieu of a full price, and I did not fancy a Paki cock inside me that night.

We gathered our take-a-ways and made for the taxi rank, just as the first downpour started. Now they were really busy as their cabs were being hailed all around and none were immediately free to come and pick us up at the rank.

Cathy whittled her time away chatting to the guy who was next in line, she was responding to his cheesy pick up lines and not surprisingly, he was a middle-aged dude, trying it on with a girl easily thirty years his junior and generational age gap that would require a bridge to gap the difference.

We all sat in the relative warmth and comfort of the office while the winds and rain outside lulled me into a warm sense of cosiness.

I dozed momentarily but was aroused by a cough from the girl manning the operation, and the first thing I saw was Cathy being kissed and groped by her daddy figure.

“Fuck”, I thought, “she really must be horny tonight”, and I kept my eyes hooded as not to let either of them I was watching, she was rubbing his cock on the outside of his pants and his tongue was in her mouth.

Suddenly and without warning the girl in the back office called out the guys name and told him g his cab was outside.

Cathy suggested we share, drop him off and then continue to our place, the girl in the office said it was fine by her as all the cabs were busy and soon we were on our way, myself seated in the passenger seat and Cathy and her daddy, in the back seat eating each other.

By then I was slightly confused and a tad jealous, she was getting all the attention from a man, and I could feel myself warming to the idea of having sex before going to sleep.

We were slowing down when I realised it was at our place, “We are going off first then”, I said out loud, and Cathy retorted, “John is coming up to share a kebab”?

“Kebab, my arse”, I thought, “pussy more likely”, and I paid the taxi his fare. I went into the kitchen and put the Kebabs into the microwave to reheat, poured a couple of glasses of red wine and asked John if he would prefer a beer, there was no reply.

I went to the living room and it was empty. I turned in the hallway and saw Cathy’s bedroom door was closed over, tip toed down and heard her moaning and the bed creaking, “Fucking hell, she really had it bad”, I thought, and went back into the kitchen and ate part of my kebab before going to bed and falling asleep.