Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Everybody's Got To Learn Sometime 

“I used to have a boyfriend who could keep it up for hours.” Stella sat on my desk, playing with my balls. “Come on Tim. Show me what you can do.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I’m out of practice. I‘m not as good as I used to be.”

“Tim, are you coming?” asked Diana, poking her head round the door.
“Just give me a minute,” I said, grateful for the interruption. “Stella wants me to give her a juggling demonstration.”
“Yeah, come on Tim. Give her one,” spat Mike through a mouthful of pastie.
“Cheers Mike,” I said, kicking him in the shins as he squelched into the room. Not that we had much rain today. That’s just how he walks.

“Thanks for rescuing me from the eighties-style yuppie witch,” I said to Diana while I scattered macaroni cheese about my person.
“You owe me one,” she smiled.
“Don’t you bloody start with the double entendres as well,” I said.
“It wasn’t a double entendre.”
“Oh. Right.”
“So what have you got planned for this afternoon?” she asked, plugging the silence.
“Stella wants me to fix her O drive.”
Diana smirked.
“And no, that’s not a euphemism,” I said as I spluttered hot white sauce down the front of my trousers.

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