This done, he'd go through the hallway, through his living room and into his bedroom, where he'd disrobe, and replace his work clothes with more comfortable and relaxing housewear.
Not today, though.
KG threw open the door to his flat, striding quickly through the hallway.
Taking his coat off, he threw it in the vague direction of the coat hook, not bothering to check if it actually landed on the protruding rack. (SPOILER: it didn't.)
He strode quickly through the living room and into his bedroom. The removal of his work clothes went less smoothly and calmly than it usually did - he all but ripped his shirt and tie off, and they went sailing into the corner of the room in a heap, shortly followed by his jeans, belt and socks.
KG leapt into the office chair in front of his desk, upon which his PC and monitor sat facing him. He was clad only in his stripy boxer shorts... stripy boxer shorts that were severely tented.
KG's finger found the on button the PC tower, and the machine powered into life.
The python was absolutely bouncing in his seat, half out of anticipation and half out of anxiety as he waited for the start-up sequence to finish and get to the desktop.
"God... hurry the fuck up..." KG moaned. The tip of the rod in his pants was starting to produce a damp circle onto the crotch of his boxers.
Finally, his password screen appeared.
With trembling fingers, KG fumbled his password into the keyboard and managed to hit 'Enter'.
His desktop now took up the screen, populated by a multitude of icons for PC games, internet browsers and other executable programs, but he sought only one of them.
The blue Skype box opened, and KG signed in as himself, which was pretty difficult, and KG's hands were shaking like pansies in a hurricane.
Eventually, he was presented with the Skype contacts page, and top of the list - sorted by the most recent contact - was Nicole.
The green 'online' circle was next to her blank avatar, and he chewed down on his lower lip in anticipation.
He manoeuvred his cursor over her name and clicked once, bringing up the last text conversation they'd had at KG's workplace, where he'd expressed disappointment that she had cut short his 'appreciation' of her giant juggs.
"Nicole: I know, but we should not continue here. Wait until you get home, then contact me here."
That had been her last response to him.
Well, now he was here.
KG: OK, Nicole, I'm here.
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Trivia:
- That is my actual bedroom in the background