Honestly, one draws a discrete veil! Especially when there are no funny bits.
The squaddie turned up, on his own. The therapist cancelled. Instead we spent a weirdly couply hour, drinking wine and trying to order up friends of his from the 'dar ("You'll like Mick. He's scary-looking, but ya can see he's really pretty. And once he's naked he's a sweet lad. Let me see if I can find a pic of his face.").
Then we gave up ordering men (either too many or not enough) and just drank some more wine and had a laugh. And he told me about his feelings and his boyfriend and some stuff about his ex wife that made my hair curl.
And then, after a bit, he went home, and I went out drinking with lovely people. The End.
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Honestly, one draws a discrete veil! Especially when there are no funny bits.
The squaddie turned up, on his own. The therapist cancelled. Instead we spent a weirdly couply hour, drinking wine and trying to order up friends of his from the 'dar ("You'll like Mick. He's scary-looking, but ya can see he's really pretty. And once he's naked he's a sweet lad. Let me see if I can find a pic of his face.").
Then we gave up ordering men (either too many or not enough) and just drank some more wine and had a laugh. And he told me about his feelings and his boyfriend and some stuff about his ex wife that made my hair curl.
And then, after a bit, he went home, and I went out drinking with lovely people. The End.
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