Monday 19th April 1998
The trip to the cinema went well.
She talked to me! Cordelia talked to me! She said "Hello, DK".
Look, you sceptical bastard, it's a start.
Prior to the cinema I had to sit in the pub and listen to Chris, Dan and Bob (Or is it Rod, Jane and Freddie?) boast and vouchsafe their sexual escapades and how they had all fallen asleep "on the job" so to speak. The closest I had ever come to this, I was forced to admit, was falling asleep.
Cordelia met us at the cinema. I was just thinking of her when I glanced up and noticed the Taz on the wall seemed, due to the angle at which he lent forward and the way his mouth was open, about to give a blowjob. I wondered if I should mention this to Cordelia but decided against it. Besides his mouth cavity was about 2 feet across and I didn't want to raise her expectations.
She gave us all lifts home. She dropped me off first, obviously because she thinks so highly of me ( Alternatively because she wanted rid of me most).
I noticed her legs for the first time. I think she has the finest pair in the western world (of legs I mean, damn my perverted mind). They go all the way up you know. Right up.
I dreamed again except this time she grew to 100 feet and squashed me with her delectable big toe.
I woke this morning with an erection and a scream.
I could get used to this.
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