“I met a man some time back.
We flirted a lot…”
She shot me an amused look as
she laughed, “That’s the norm for you, you’re the flirt queen.”
I made a face back at her.
“And anyway, as I was saying, he’s married, we had sex, he made me orgasm all
over his hotel room, and that’s that. End of story.”
Her eyes widened as she stuck
her spoon into the middle of the ice cream tub, and leaned forward.
“You bonked a married man?”
I curled up, resting my head
on my knees, as I looked up at her widening eyes. “Yup.”
She looked confused. “But
that’s like your thing—that you’re so ever against doing.”
I sighed. “Yep.”
She moistened her lips as she
took another bite of the ice cream. “Wow, he must have been something, then.”
“He told me he wasn’t
married.”
She laughed, as she scooped
up another spoonful of chocolate. “And you believed him?”
I got up from the couch and
walked over to the window. “Can we not talk about this?”
“I can’t believe you shagged
a married man and didn’t tell me. How old is he?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Thirty-three?” she persisted.
“He’s in his forties.”
She dropped her spoon on the tiles, throwing her arms high in the air as she waved them around playfully. "Miss Siena got laid by an older, married man. Someone send out a tweet!"
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