Lucky girl

When I called Lora on Saturday afternoon she admitted later that she should have warned me about the potter.

 “But I honestly didn’t know if he’d try it on”.

“I’m not complaining at all. Actually it was amazing. Does he do it every time?”

“Pretty much”.

“Christ! You lucky girl”.

I grinned, and we were clearly thinking the same thoughts.

“Do you reckon…”

“He’d take us to the opera, and finger both of us at the same time? Probably”.

I think I’m going to have to spend more time listening to Radio 3.