Can I ask you something?
Yeah, sure.
Would you say I’m the tear the clothes off sort of woman.
What sort of clothes are we talking about.
Any clothes.
Does that include that leather jumpsuit.
Apart from the leather jumpsuit, though every other guys managed to get it off.
Maybe they had the instructions.
Or maybe they were just more experienced.
I would be more experienced if I didn’t have to phone your office to book you in for sex.
Is that why Sally was laughing at me.
Was Sally the girl who took my message.
Yes, do you know the embarrassment that caused me.
Sally says she’s got a leather jumpsuit, and she’ll show me how to get it off quick.
Yeah, I just bet she did, they don’t call her SS for nothing.
Are her parents German.
No dummy, she’s a slapper.
That’s not nice, I’m going to her house tonight to practice getting the jumpsuit off quick.
Have you lost your mind, one look at Sally in her underwear, and you’ll be frothing at the mouth.
She’ll not be wearing underwear, seemingly this is how you get it off quick. Sally says after five attempts, I’ll be an expert.
Let me put this to you in a simple language you’ll understand. You go near Sally and I will chop something off you.
Oh, I’m sensing insecurity here. Sally said this would happen.
Right, I’m going into the bedroom, and I’m going to get naked, then I’m going to put the bloody leather jumpsuit on, then you’re going to take it off five times, then we’re going to have sex all over the house.
Better not tell her, Sally said this would happen.
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(as-ever
such a great read, dear Poet
thank you!)
people little realise, forever-after
is the beginning
of every relationship's, psychological warfare
and reverse psychology
comes to us, as innate
as breathing, till
you know:
'next day, she has a word with Sally
and thanks her
takes back, Sally's copy of her script
and hands it, back
to Gavin...'
meanwhile, He
never realised, that was a new
fitted
jumpsuit, she was wearing
'oh no' she says in conversation
'if I told him
you gifted it to me, Mandy
he would be, too jealous
this is for the best, his pride
is ever so delicate...'
(convoluted, always begins
with a little white lie
and some fun n games..)
lol
I see you've been through this yourself, LB.
Strangely enough, that jumpsuit disappeared. lol
lol
Draws a nice picture although I might have titled it Undress Rehearsal
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