got a text from Flic! Adam’s asked her out.
She’s asking if I mind her going out with him. It’s not like I’m going to say
no.
Christos says…
Might be tricky, dating her business partner’s brother.
Vicky says…
It won’t last. That’s why I have no problem with it
Christos says…
Why do you say that?
Vicky says…
She’s not his type.
Vicky says…
It does make me a bit sad though. I’m the only single
person I know now. Everyone else is paired off :(
Christos says…
Magnus isn’t...
Vicky says…
He might have a girlfriend already for all I know. I
haven’t asked yet. And his relationship status on Tête-a-net was blank.
Christos says…
He’d be crazy if he didn’t snap you up ;)
Vicky says…
Must be a lot of crazy men out there then because nobody
has snapped me up so far.
Christos says…
Maybe some of the men you know would, but they’re not in a
position to.
Vicky says…
Well, if they’re not in a position to snap me up, I’m not
in a position to think about them!
Christos says…
You know, maybe there’s someone out there
thinking...another time, another place, who knows…
Vicky says…
Doubt it.
Christos says…
I have to go now. Sounds like somebody’s had a bad dream
and is crying for Dad. Goodnight, agapi mou *hugs*
Vicky says…
Goodnight Chris :) *hugs back*
5
16 th January
They stepped into the pub and Flic’s heart sank. Adam had
no taste. No, that was wrong. He did have taste. It was just fucking awful.
When he said he was taking her out for dinner, she hadn’t
expected to have a candlelit table on a boat sailing down the River Seine, with
the Eiffel Tower illuminating the landscape and the most exquisite meal she had
ever tasted served to her by men who were gargoyles in comparison to her date –
but she had certainly expected something better than this.
There was only a little more light in the pub than there
had been in the street. She looked up and saw that the bulbs in the strip
lighting had blown. She winced as she unstuck her stiletto from a piece of
chewing gum which had been welded into the carpet.
‘Ah! Here’s the perfect table for us,’ Adam announced. He
pointed to a cramped table with two chairs in the middle of the pub. No
seclusion. It was the worst table he could have possibly picked. She was
about to object when her phone vibrated and she removed it from her bag to read
the message. She shoved it back in the bag and grimaced. Flic couldn’t
believe her rotten luck. She had spent the whole of the last week trying to
entice Scarlett’s live-in boyfriend Peter into a little bit of flirting to no
avail. Tonight, while she was on her date with Adam, Peter had not only
started to respond, but started to flirt.
She had posted a new picture this morning of the character
she had created – a saucy ginger-haired nurse wearing a PVC uniform and red
skyscraper heels. Scarlett advised this was his fetish. It was a picture
taken of Flic about ten years ago on a hen night. She would never dress up in
anything so tacky these days and had promised herself these photos would never
again see the light of day. But Scarlett was paying them seventy-five pence
per text or Tête-a-net comment, and fifteen pounds per hour for online chats.
For that, she was willing to push her dignity aside. For a day or two.
She felt her phone vibrate in her bag for the second time
and inwardly cursed. Surely even virtual private detectives were entitled to a
night off?
‘Something up?’ Adam frowned as he pulled out a chair to
assist her.
‘No, nothing,’ she covered, sashaying into the seat and
dazzling a smile in his direction. She would wait until they had ordered then
excuse herself and reply to the message in the ladies’ room. She wasn’t quite
sure it would be referred to as a “ladies” room in
She’s asking if I mind her going out with him. It’s not like I’m going to say
no.
Christos says…
Might be tricky, dating her business partner’s brother.
Vicky says…
It won’t last. That’s why I have no problem with it
Christos says…
Why do you say that?
Vicky says…
She’s not his type.
Vicky says…
It does make me a bit sad though. I’m the only single
person I know now. Everyone else is paired off :(
Christos says…
Magnus isn’t...
Vicky says…
He might have a girlfriend already for all I know. I
haven’t asked yet. And his relationship status on Tête-a-net was blank.
Christos says…
He’d be crazy if he didn’t snap you up ;)
Vicky says…
Must be a lot of crazy men out there then because nobody
has snapped me up so far.
Christos says…
Maybe some of the men you know would, but they’re not in a
position to.
Vicky says…
Well, if they’re not in a position to snap me up, I’m not
in a position to think about them!
Christos says…
You know, maybe there’s someone out there
thinking...another time, another place, who knows…
Vicky says…
Doubt it.
Christos says…
I have to go now. Sounds like somebody’s had a bad dream
and is crying for Dad. Goodnight, agapi mou *hugs*
Vicky says…
Goodnight Chris :) *hugs back*
5
16 th January
They stepped into the pub and Flic’s heart sank. Adam had
no taste. No, that was wrong. He did have taste. It was just fucking awful.
When he said he was taking her out for dinner, she hadn’t
expected to have a candlelit table on a boat sailing down the River Seine, with
the Eiffel Tower illuminating the landscape and the most exquisite meal she had
ever tasted served to her by men who were gargoyles in comparison to her date –
but she had certainly expected something better than this.
There was only a little more light in the pub than there
had been in the street. She looked up and saw that the bulbs in the strip
lighting had blown. She winced as she unstuck her stiletto from a piece of
chewing gum which had been welded into the carpet.
‘Ah! Here’s the perfect table for us,’ Adam announced. He
pointed to a cramped table with two chairs in the middle of the pub. No
seclusion. It was the worst table he could have possibly picked. She was
about to object when her phone vibrated and she removed it from her bag to read
the message. She shoved it back in the bag and grimaced. Flic couldn’t
believe her rotten luck. She had spent the whole of the last week trying to
entice Scarlett’s live-in boyfriend Peter into a little bit of flirting to no
avail. Tonight, while she was on her date with Adam, Peter had not only
started to respond, but started to flirt.
She had posted a new picture this morning of the character
she had created – a saucy ginger-haired nurse wearing a PVC uniform and red
skyscraper heels. Scarlett advised this was his fetish. It was a picture
taken of Flic about ten years ago on a hen night. She would never dress up in
anything so tacky these days and had promised herself these photos would never
again see the light of day. But Scarlett was paying them seventy-five pence
per text or Tête-a-net comment, and fifteen pounds per hour for online chats.
For that, she was willing to push her dignity aside. For a day or two.
She felt her phone vibrate in her bag for the second time
and inwardly cursed. Surely even virtual private detectives were entitled to a
night off?
‘Something up?’ Adam frowned as he pulled out a chair to
assist her.
‘No, nothing,’ she covered, sashaying into the seat and
dazzling a smile in his direction. She would wait until they had ordered then
excuse herself and reply to the message in the ladies’ room. She wasn’t quite
sure it would be referred to as a “ladies” room in
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