Hell's sodding bells!
'Don't answer it.' I said, feeding the bigger of the cats some fat.
He rolled his eyes and picked up. Clearly my phone paranoia has yet to rub off on him.
'Oh, hey there! Long time no hear, what are you up to?' he said.' No no, nothing much, you?'
I carried the plates into the kitchen and washed them off. By the time I returned he was hanging up.
'We're going out.'
'yes, that was Matt. He's coming into town and he wants us to meet his new girlfriend.'
'Matt...Matt? The chap who spreads all his words out?'
'The eco warrior...that Matt?'
'The one with the red indian tattoed on his upper arm? The non meat-eating guy who thinks we should all live off one acre of land? That one? And his new girlfriend?'
'No no, I just want to be sure, I want to be prepared.'
'yes well... he's a good guy you know.'
'Hitler liked dogs too.'
He frowned at me, his greeney/brown eyes narrowed.
I rolled my own eyes...'All right all right. Pour me a rum and diet coke. I'll go have a shower and get ready.'
We kiss. I cop a quick feel and trundle off.
I wander off down the hall, the bigger of the cats trailing me-as is his wont. I tap my lower lip with my index finger. Now where did I put that leather pencil skirt again? And would wearing the vintage mink be over kill?