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Phone box 5 mins later 4:55 p.m.
ОглавлениеPhoned Jas. “Jas, are you suggesting I am an easy fondleree?”
“I don’t know. I might be.”
“What do you mean, you might be?”
“Well, I might be … but I don’t know what a fondleree is.”
It is like talking to the very very backward. I explained to her as patiently as I could, “Well, it’s like dumping. If you dump someone you are the dumper. And they are the dumpee.”
“What has that got to do with fondling?”
“Jas, concentrate. The verb is ‘to fondle’: I fondle, you fondle, he, she, it fondles, etc. But I am the recipient of the fondle so that makes me the fondleree.”
She wasn’t really concentrating, though, she was in a dreamworld of her own. She was probably looking at herself in the mirror in their hall … imagining she is Claudia Schiffer … Just because some absolute prat told her she looked a bit like Claudia. Yeah … Claudia with a stupid fringe.
Walked back to Cottage Crap.
