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 walkover.
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