DIARY OF A TEENAGE MILKMAN

“Come in, the door is open, close it behind you” came a female voice in reply to my knock. Unusual I thought, I’d never been invited into a customer’s home before? Even if they had to go and look out a payment I would always be left standing on the doorstep, regardless of the weather conditions. Unsure of why I was being invited in, I entered the house, closing the door behind me. It was pretty dark in the house; the hallway was practically in complete darkness, the only light coming from a room on the left which I took to be the living room. “In here” came the voice from the same room, the door, half open gave no clue as to what lay inside. “Too d***k to get out of her chair” I thought to myself as I approached the door, by now sure there would be no tip, probably no payment at all, just an excuse about why she couldn’t pay me that night. I pushed the door open as I entered the room, my eyes adjusting to the light after the darkness of the hallway; I wasn’t seeing the usual trappings of a f****y room. What I saw was a bed, a large double bed; the light was coming from a lamp on the far side of the room, on a dresser against the opposite wall. I couldn’t make out much detail other than the bed, the dresser and the light, then I noticed a slight movement from the direction of the bed.