A Fresh Start

“Would you like a cup of tea?” asked the lovely Stubby as I stroked her pussy.

“No thanks, I won’t hang around.” The atmosphere was, after all, awkward enough. Making friends with the cats had been much easier. Stubby herself was curled up at the far end of the sofa and I wasn’t even sitting on the sofa.

“Sure?”

“Oh, go on then. Have you got any coffee, though?”

Puss got fed up of my attention and wandered over to his mistress.

I was there to hand over my brick laptop (just on loan). The fact that, as a result, I now know where Stubby lives and can therefore send a “Wish you were here” postcard from Norway is just a coincidence.

We sat and chatted for a few more minutes but I made my excuses and left as Japan and Brazil made their way onto the pitch - it was time to get a holiday wardrobe and I reckoned Tesco would be fairly quiet with the football on. I was wrong (and there was a very poor selection of clothing on offer anyway. Looks like I’ll have to go to another cheap outlet on Saturday.

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Earlier in the day I’d paid what was meant to be a short visit to Boss Lady and Tizzy to get the second (and hopefully last) implant implanted. To be fair, the implantation went very smoothly. The trouble was with the adjacent tooth which chose today of all days to reject the crown it’s had for the last twenty plus years.

“Zis feeling eet ees loose” Boss Lady announced as she cleaned me up ready for the implant. “Look!” she ordered and handed me a hand mirror. As I held the mirror up she pushed the filling and I watched it wobble. There was no mistaking it - it certainly was about to come off. Bollocks.

I was in the chair for an hour and quarter in all and left the practice with a temporary crown which will - fingers crossed - last until I get back from holiday.

“You should take a dentist wiz you.” Boss Lady suggested when I mentioned the holiday.

“How about a dental assistant?”

“Yez. Zat would be good too. I vill give you Tizzy.”

On the subject of holidays, I asked Tizzy whether she’d booked her holiday to Australia yet.

“Yes, it’s all booked.”

It turns out that they’re actually going on holiday with Boss Lady and her family. What Tizzy doesn’t know is that Boss Lady’s going to be paying for the holiday because she (BL) feels that Tizzy deserves a five star holiday - this snippet of gossip being shared with me as Tizzy was off fetching an x-ray.

“You mustn’t tell her!” BL insisted - as if I was ever going to cross someone sitting next to me with ready access to instruments of pain.

“Still going with that boyfriend of yours?” I joked when Tizzy returned.

She blushed. “Yes.” Ah, sweet.

“Still, that’s six months away. A lot can change in six months“, I grinned.

“Zat is ferry true.” BL chipped in. “Only ze deposit has been paid zo far.”

“Yes, I know but we’ve got to pay the rest in October.”

“Really? I thought I’d been paying for your holiday! Still, I’ve got three months, haven’t I?”

Tizzy blushed again as Boss Lady laughed.

I feel I should point out that while Tizzy tells me every time I visit how I make her blush, she’s never once asked to stop these suggestions and Boss Lady is positively encouraging me - Tizzy told me BL has already “got rid” of three previous boyfriends as they were unsuitable and while she has nothing against the current lucky chap “as a perzon he is alright” I get the impression she’s not overly keen on him as a boyfriend for her glamorous assistant. Suits me.

“She doesn’t like that he has two children …” Aha!

“… and thinks he’s too old.”

“Ah. I shouldn’t mention I have a step-son two years younger than you, then?”

“But he is not your son?” BL checked.

“No.”

“Zen zat iz alright.” (See - I told you she was encouraging me).

It may strike you that this “keeping my options open” with Stubby, Shazza and Tizzy is going to backfire - potentially spectacularly. That’s a risk I’m happy to take because - let’s face facts - nothing’s going to come of any it, is there?