Part Two - Discovery House - 10:08pm to 10:08pm and 30 seconds
Continued...
Sam ran out of his house buttoning up his shirt, he now had two and a half minutes in which to catch his bus. He ironed his shirt in less than ten minutes, it just took seven minutes to realise he needed an ironing board. It then took a further ten minutes to find it and over fifteen minutes to put the damn thing up. He would get to his date a little puffed and sweaty but at lea...oh no, deodorant. In his haste he’d forgotten deodorant. Sam turned around and ran back into his house. Upstairs, across the landing, into his room, and clutching his can of Jaguar body smell, sprayed under his left arm pit. Life was being unfair to him as the can was about to go dry. The spray had run out but the gas was still gushing out of the nozzle and across his chest. He was in luck, however, he still had a Brutal body lotion and talc set left over from Christmas. He couldn’t remember which Christmas but he had faith that it would be a killer smell, and not a cheap box set from the pound shop. From the bottom of his wardrobe, Sam, dug out the still boxed items and ripped off the packaging. He undid three buttons on his shirt and, with a handful of brutal body lotion, rubbed it furiously into his armpits.
Sam ran out of the house in less than perfect condition, he was sweating, his shirt looked as it had been ironed by the male member of Boney M and he smelt of musk, germolene and canister gas.
Read part three of 'Discovery House' here
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