It was an innocent mistake. He'd come back early from grocery shopping, and finding no one to help him unpack, he'd gone looking.
Winston recoiled from the door, a blush heating his skin. He shuddered and blinked, trying to clear the image of Janine riding Egon like a drugstore pony out his mind. If only they weren't so loud...
He tiptoed downstairs and tried to distract himself putting the perishables away.
From overhead came: Creak, creak, creak. Thump. Thump.
Winston felt himself blush again, and reached for the kitchen phone. He dialed a number.
"Hello, Victoria, can we meet earlier..?"
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