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3) Get down with Poppy!
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‘Good party, was it?’
‘Poppy
brought a man home last night, she pulled good and proper,’ Paige informs
Victoria.
Victoria looks at me
with surprise. ‘You did? That’s great. Who is he? What’s he like?’
‘His name’s Jet
Harrington and he’s a grip.’ Paige tells Victoria. ‘He’s six-feet-four and—’
‘All right, motor mouth,
may I comment on my own life?’
‘What’s a grip?’ asks Victoria.
‘A lighting and rigging
technician,’ replies Paige, ‘and his rippling physique is the most impressive
thing about him.’
‘Paige!’ I’m exasperated.
‘I can take it from here, why don’t you make yourself useful and order
breakfast?’
She pouts but gets up to
order. ‘But you can’t start talking until I get back.’
Victoria and I grin at
each other.
‘Right, tell me
everything,’ she demands excitedly.
I
tell Victoria how I met Jet, his funny wig, his bet not to let go of my hand
all night. I mention how comical and tall he is. I skip over the bit about
having sex in the cupboard. I am definitely not giving them any potential
ammunition over me.
Then Paige is back with
our coffees giving me the evil eye. ‘You started already.’
‘It’s
nothing you don’t already know,’ I say, picking up my coffee. For a few minutes
we all focus on blowing the steaming vapours away before the first sip burns
our lips.
‘It’s not fair,’ says
Victoria, shaking her head. ‘I haven’t met anyone in ages and Poppy comes
straight out of a relationship and bang straight into another.’
‘And bang him she did,’
Paige says cackling.
I roll my eyes. ‘I’m not
having a relationship.’
‘Are you going to see
him again?’ Victoria asks.
‘I don’t know. I don’t think
so,’ I shrug.
Our breakfasts arrive
and for a few moments we eat in silence. Then Paige looks likes she’s burning
to ask me something.
‘What?’
‘Just wondering what was
it like?’
‘What was what like?’
‘You know, was he good
in bed?’
‘Was he well endowed?’
‘Tall, big hands, big
feet?.’ Victoria asks eagerly.
‘Bet it was bigger than
the sausages I’m about to consume!’ says Paige.
‘Hope so, I don’t trust
a man who is smaller than anything I eat,’ says Victoria.
‘Like a nice deli
sausage, all hand-made and thick.’
‘Mmm … extra tasty.’
They’re both laughing
helplessly at themselves.
Sometimes my best
friends can be so juvenile.
‘Can we change the
subject about my love life?’
‘Oh c’mon, Pops, it’s a
momentous event. It certainly wasn’t happening with Mr Politician, nothing
remotely exciting like this. All right lets talk about … how’s your job?’
I groan. ‘Let’s not talk
about work either.’
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