It wasn’t quite a “walk of shame” because on Saturday
afternoon when we all took Lora to Victoria I was still wearing my best business
suit. We all waved her off at the barrier and then went for a drink in a local bar.
It was over a pint of beer that Declan let slip his thing for Secretary
porn. I suppose for a guy growing up in rural County Antrim, it does represent
something awfully exotic.
That’s why I ended up sitting at my computer at home,
without having changed a stitch of clothing, looking at the movie of my client I’d
downloaded, while two naked Irishmen masturbated over me.
Ted’s paying for the dry-cleaning.
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