The title was “Gender Assumptions in the Assignment of Domestic Tasks”. She showed me a pamphlet they had given her and said I should read it. On ...he cover it had a picture of a perfect 1950’s style housewife and with a speech bubble saying, “Who said women had to clean house?”It was written in a pretty straight-forward way – the introduction said “We hope you won’t mind us woman-splaining this, but we know that sometimes it’s not easy for men to understand what we mean” - and basically went on. She grabbed my arm and took me into a private booth.As i sat down she straddled my lap,causing her short skirt to rise up,exposing a very tiny thong.She took my head in her hands and kissed me hard.Then she said'Did you enjoy that back there?'.When i told her i had she said'My friend told me how you fucked her on her 60th birthday.How would you like to fuck another 60 year old birthday girl?'.As she said this she arched backwards onto the table.She pulled her thong to one side exposing her. Then they started to get comfortable and I got lost in that. After an eternity (probably a few minutes at most), they separated and Ariel asked what happened to Jonas. He had been gone for a while and was only going to the kitchen.I went to the kitchen, leaving them behind in the living room. When I got in the kitchen, Jonas was sitting on the ledge of one of the counters drinking in his boxers. He was wasted. And he was also completely shy about taking his boxers off. I told him that he should. “No, that one won’t work on you. How about, call heaven quick, there’s an angel missing? No, wait, I’ll get it in a minute. Get your coat, you’ve pulled? What’s a worm do? Any of them likely to let me buy you a drink?” He was tall and athletic, not bronzed exactly but with a weathered look, the sort of tan you only get from working outdoors, and I had a vision of him digging holes in roads for the council which instantly made him less attractive. Still in muddy shorts, so probably a stray from.