Short conversations about the regulars of the finest pub in south London, Aesops Playground, featuring erotic stories told by my dear friend Martha.
“Well, are you going to tell us about it?” “You know, what happens on girls’ night stays on girls’ night.” “Thornton has already told us what happened so it is only fair to hear your version of the story."
Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.