the
restaurant
My mate, Linda and I have got a £20 bet on with Donna's sister
that we can get Donna to be unfaithful tonight.
The
limo pulls up outside the restaurant. All ten of us ooze from the
car. We are a molten unending stream of high heel bent leg mini
skirt halter top hairdo smile.
Donna herds us all together like Madonna in Truth
or Dare, gathering her dancers to pray for a successful gig.
We bow our heads and fold our hands, stifling giggles.
'Lord', declaims Donna, 'We are the handjob maidens.
The sisters of the missionary position. The servants of the holy
ghost of perpetual intoxication. Father - daddy - we implore
thee, lead us into temptation. Amen.'
She opens her eyes. Lifts her head. Looks around.
Evil grin.
'Here endeth the lesson. Let's ROCK!"
Linda and I high-five as we walk into the bar.
This is going to be a walk-over.
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