She’s laughing again
I always get a bit worried when she laughs.
The normally sultry beauty is laughing heartily about something. I am relieved to report it’s nothing to do with me.
She knows nothing about Marie and that banana insertion which she only managed because, stupidly, I let her tie me to the bed, again.
No-one, especially her, has any inkling about me wearing a dress when Marie dragged me to see that movie all about kissing.
Everyone at the horse-riding place has agreed the horse poo on my head will forever remain a secret.
That business of me calling the Fire Brigade because a spider wouldn’t let me out of the bedroom cost me a few quid to hush up.
I couldn’t go around acting as cool as I do if anyone, especially her, knew the daily disasters I have to keep secret lest people laugh at me.