It is blue and I am thinking of you, the things we do – and then it turns red, what more can be said – you are there, next to me in bed -but soon ...t turns a limy green and I feel I am your queen. I hear your voice saying those things to me, the things you like to tell me and the things I love to hear. When will you return, my trucker divine, who scans the country delivering fuel, who texts me to say when he is in town? – And I am there in my best gown, the one you bought for me on our. I told her that Tom had gotten really aroused seeing her dressed so sexy and that when I gave her that hug and kiss in the kitchen he confessed to me how turned on it was to see me like that with another woman. There was a momentary silence on the other end of the line, and then Becky told me that she felt really strange while I was cutting the shorts, and again when she took her top off in front of me but not strange like a bad feeling — strange like a good feeling.Suddenly we were. Patrick is a friend of mine form work and last night I couldn't stand it no more I had to tell him what happened the last time I saw you. I almost lost my shit! you did what? I couldn't believe he told a complete stranger of our little sex fling I thought, so now this dude is here for what I ask? I thought we could have a 3 some Wayne says, my mouth hits the floor and I almost drooled a little.Let me describe Patrick, he's got to be at least 6ft 4, maybe 180, black hair and green eyes and looks. I like...” She got a confused look on her face and pretended to hold up a pair of invisible broken glasses. “Tha’s nae fair. Tha’s nae fair ‘T-ALL. There was TIME now. There ... there was all the time I NEEDED. S’ nae fair.” She started sobbing and fading as she repeated the last. “S’ nae fair.”Susan stopped walking when she’d reached a decently conversational distance, applauding the bit and laughing.“That’s great! The last impression I’d expect you’d have in your repertoire is 1950s Burgess.