Thursday, October 25, 2007
Caught in the act
Tonight, out with friends, inevitably two of us end up visiting the Ladies together.
At one point, for no particular reason other than maybe I just haven't shown my tits to anyone all week (R is away, and radiotherapy is over: they have been hermitlike by comparison) I lift up my shirt and thumb open my bra to show her my burns from radiotherapy.
At this precise point someone walks in the door.
I'm red-faced, humiliated, stumbling through excuses and explanations that she doesn't even want to stay and hear.
What's more, when we get back out to the bar, it's clear that the woman who walked in on my display of flesh was sat at the table next to us. Through sheer coincidence, this table happened to know a guy we were with - professionally speaking. She was one of his clients. He is a barrister.
I just flashed my friend's client.
at 2:52 am