Thomas was not a man for parties, so why he agreed to host this thing for his parents, he'll never know. It seemed to turn out a success; after all, 80% of the invited guests showed up! He wasn't going to be bothered with food, so he had the thing catered, and that turned out to be a good idea. The thing that bothered him the most, was that now he wondered where people had gone and what drawers or closets they had looked into when he wasn't around. Was everything still there? He sure hoped so.
He walked into the living room to see his parents relaxing on the sofa. "So? How'd it go?" he asked.
"You done good, little brother, you done good!" his sister Magda walked into the room and collapsed into the chair.
"I sure hope so! ... who decided to have this schin-dig at my place anyway?" he asked.
"Why, Thomas, dear, you offered! Don't you remember? We were talking about our fiftieth anniversary and when we started talking about renting a place, you offered your home! And what a lovely thing it was," his mother reached over and patted him on his hand.
"I don't remember that, but I can see myself doing something like that," he grumbled.
"Don't worry, Tommy-boy, I helped keep an eye on them so that nothing was bothered. You did lock important rooms, didn't you?" Magda asked.
"With what? Does your home come with lock-able doors?" he said.
"I guess you have a point," she replied. "But I did watch for people wandering round on their own and guided them back to the party."
"And I thank you for that, Maggie. I just hope it was enough."
"Well, Sonny," his father gruffly said as he rose from the sofa and held out his hand to his wife. "We thank you for this wonderful event, and I guess it's time we head on home. Come along, Martha, this is our cue."
"Yes, I guess we should be heading out," she replied as she accepted his hand and got to her feet. She turned to her son. "Thank you so much for this, Thomas. It really was a most wonderful time and it was lovely to see so many old friends and family again." She came to him and gave him a motherly hug. "And you, too, Magda, thank you for everything you did," and she gave her daughter a hug as well.
Within minutes, they were gone and the brother and sister were left in the living room.
"Thank you for all your help, Maggie. I really couldn't have done it without you. You know how much I dislike things like this, but I agree. It turned out pretty darn good, I agree," Thomas said. "But please, let's not do this again for a long while, a long, long while!"
"I agree," his sister said. "I guess I should get going also. Are we still on for lunch tomorrow?"
"If you're up for it," he said.
"Yeah, and we can talk about the final bill and I'll bring my cheque book to help out."
"Sounds good," he said. He reached out and helped her out of the chair.
"Man, brother, I could sleep for a month of Sundays in that chair! Please make sure you will it to me!!" she groaned as she got out of her comfort spot.
"Don't want to rush you, sis, but I am exhausted. I have cleaners coming in tomorrow to clean it all up, so don't worry about anything."
"Are you going to be charging me for 1/2 of that as well?" Magda looked at her brother with a raised eyebrow.
"No, sis, don't worry. That's all my bill. I can't be bothered cleaning all this up, so I'm bringing in my cleaning lady a few days early," he said.
"Must be nice!" she sarcastically replied as she walked out the door.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" he good-naturally called after her.
He followed her and locked the door behind her and let out a huge sigh. "Glad that's over," he said out loud to himself as he turned down the hall to his bedroom.
He opened his door, and flipped on the lights. And froze in his footsteps. This was worse than his worst nightmare.
"Hello, Thomas," the beautiful woman seductively whispered to him. She was dressed in almost nothing, partially covered by his blankets and bedsheets.
"Samantha, what are you doing here?"
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