Bird watching
Do you think of other women when we make love
No, no, and definitely no
I do
Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you.
Strange how you mentioned Mary in your sleep.
Well, I can hardly be responsible for my subconscious, plus I don’t know any Mary's.
What about her in Liverpool.
Let's not go there again.
Mary, three gardens down with the boobs.
Ah, that was a text alert from Jeff the bird watcher, something about a rare speckled breast, never saw it myself.
Not even with they perv binoculars you use. I mean, how would you feel if some guy was perving over me.
He wouldn’t be, you’re not perv material. Now, if it was your twin sister, then that’s a definite text alert. How is she, anyway.
Probably on her back with the Air Corp.
I would love to be in that flyby.
Yeah, well, you would know all about flying with my sister.
I thought she was you.
She’s got blond hair and big ****, for Christ sakes.
I thought you had a makeover. How did she get bigger **** than you anyway, did you get the brains.
Let me see, I’m with you.
There you go, no need to answer that. Why don’t I take you out for some retail therapy, followed by a candlelit dinner, and wait for it, the big game is on tonight. Does it get any better than that.
Twenty-two guys kicking a ball, think I'll phone my sister, that flyby sounds more appealing now.
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