Wandering through town . . .
J: Fancy a quickie when we get back?
In a black and white 1940's romance/an ideal world:
M: Of course I do sweetie, you don't need to ask!
[Sweeps me into a full blown kiss in the middle of Saddlergate that makes even the passers-by go weak at the knees]
What He Actually Replied:
M: No, I can't. I'm going to clean my bathroom.
Well, at least his mum will be pleased . . .
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