I'd seen quite a few Cats dressing gowns around the theatre and decided, as one naturally does when having too much money in your pocket and beer in the bloodstream, that I needed one, too. But where could I get them? 'Oh, you need to see As...'. Finally, after two or three days, someone pointed her out to me as she stood in the canteen queue, waiting to buy a coffee. I made my move:
'Are you As...?'
'Yes, why?'
'Because you have something I desperately want'
(impish grin) 'What's that?'
'Dressing gowns'.
Cue meltingly sexy giggle and an offer to come to her office after her coffee break. She'd been remarried for six months and all this was was a healthy flirt between a 27-year-old single man and a thirty-something sex bomb. Yeah, right.
If you want to know what happened next, I suggest you check this blog again, soon. It was mind-blowing, and I don't want to scribble it down glibly in a few minutes.
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