Obviously Ahmed eventually found out what his little brother got up to at my flat, but both he and Aftab have kept in close contact with me via email and text and visit me from time to time, individually of course, and usually when I’m drunk and horny after a night out I’d toss a coin to decide which brother to invite over for some fun, if I’m honest I would tend to go for Aftab more often because he talks less and tries that bit harder. Although he has told me that this has caused many arguments between him and his brother.

I was having a lazy Sunday in my dressing gown watching TV and chatting to my friends on the phone when out of the blue I received a message from Ahmed that read ‘Sorry, it wasn’t my fault’ closely followed by another this time from Aftab that read ‘I’m so sorry Louise’. Just before I could start to reply to the messages my flat intercom buzzes. “Who the hell’s this?” I mutter to myself as I answer “hello?”, A stern deep voice responds sharply “hello this is Mr and Mrs Hussain, we are looking for a Louise who lives here?”. “Oh shit”…”oh no”, Were my initial thoughts, it’s the boys’ parents, This could be really bad, really awkward. But I decided that I’d better face the music and put an end to this so I buzzed them in.

I stood by the door and listened to Mr and Mrs Hussain’s footsteps as they ascended the stairs. I was obviously concerned at how angry they would be, I would have some apologising to do of that there is no doubt.

Mr Hussain reached the top of the stairs first, an unattractive overweight Pakistani man he stood at around 5,5 tall, grey jumper and jeans, with jet black short hair and a dark bushy beard. He looked to be in his late 50’s early 60’s. Mrs Hussain followed slowly behind and was wearing a beautiful Punjabi dress with a scarf tightly wrapped around her head. She barely acknowledged me and just looked nervously towards the ground. If I was to guess her age I’d say she would be around mid 40’s.
“May we come in for a chat?” Mr Hussain said calmly in his deep voice whilst catching his breath after the walk up the stairs. “I’m not exactly dressed for visitors I’m afraid” I responded mindful of the fact that all I had on was my black satin dressing gown and my black thong underneath. “Never mind that this won’t take long Louise” Mr Hussain said gruffly in response. “Ok then, come in”, I opened the door and walked through to the living room still in my bare feet. Mr and Mrs Hussain followed, entered my living room and sat side by side on my couch.