Preface
"Shit." Troy mumbled, as he was stuffing his turkey for Christmas dinner with Sharpay's family.
"Is everything okay in there, sweetie?" hollered Sharpay from the living room, where she was resting a week over due.
"Yea, nothing hun, everything's under control. You just sit there, relax, and don't touch the vintage champers!" troy shouted through from the kitchen. 'Great,' he thought. 'My watch! Where the hell is it?! Shit!'. He looked aroung the kitchen to see if he took it off. Sink? No. Worktop? No. Fridge? No. He looked round and round, then stared at the turkey.
'Oh, No.'
The finished story will hopefully becoming before Christmas
Hope you will like it