Taken Hostage By An I Phone

Ouch! What had I hit with my left hand, on that side of the bed? It was my I-phone, who should have been in the kitchen instead. What are you doing here? I asked her, in a stunned kind of way. Shut up you Peon!” she shouted at me; I could see she did not play. If you want me to work tomorrow, honor your password and all. You’ll scoot your big rump over, said that rectangle shaped doll. She played video games all through the night as I tried to relax. I tossed and tried to dream, but couldn’t which was the facts. Next night I slept on the couch; dog slept at my feet. For the I-phone had kicked him out, by throwing some meat. We were comfortable and toasty warm, and had a little fire. But dog got his own I-phone so things could turn quite dire.