A few days ago I wrote a post about my sons graduation. Most of the post was of photos we had taken during the day as I felt they expressed how proud PIL and I are better than I could put into words. In one of the photos, the blonde girl standing behind Ed is obviously vexed about something.
“I’ll just stand here so I can be seen.”
“Did you just grab my bottom?”
“Er. No. Never touched you.”
“Oh so it was the Ghost of Christmas Past was it? Someone did and you’re closest.”
“Perhaps it was Mr Tickle .”
“Listen pal. You touch me again and I’ll rip your arms off. I don’t want this official photo spoiled by a dork like you.”
“But it wasn’t me. Although I must say you do have a jolly nice bottom.”
“Watch it pal.”
“That’s no reason to grab it! Try it again and you WILL suffer the consequences. I am a black belt in Origami and I’ll fold you up like a flamingo.”
“Gosh! How splendid! I assure you however that I did not grab your bottom.” Then adding in a whisper;
” I merely caressed its lovely smooth curves.”
“Don’t even think about it sunshine.”
“Perfectly ok . Fancy a shag later?”
However, this only what I think happened and was said. It may have been something completely different. We will never know.
Have a great day.
More Dick soon.