The one where I shatter all illusions.

You know, all these ideas that I am a bit prudish and fainting. We collected my friends son, Billy today from school, she was going to come and get him about 5ish..which she did. Luckily Jane has known me forever and we laugh about all kinds of things. She knows me.
So...all is well and peaceful, little boys playing with Bigger boy Billy who is 9 and as such is a hero and much admired.
H, is in the kitchen cooking, something exotic and delicious smelling with garlic and chicken and rice.
I love H and am particualry fond of his very firm bottom in levi's.
So.....we had one of those conversations that go something like...
" Mmm that smells SO good"
" I'll give you somethin' to smell alright"
"YEah well, you'd better remember that mate, be ready later because....." and at this point I am groping is firm bottom with heterosexual abandon ( why should the abandon always be gay?) and right at that monet I heard
" Whoohoo!! Thought I'd better let you know I am here before that goes any further!!"

I think she might have been impressed by the fabulousness of the role reversal, wife groping husband in a lude manner whilst husband has hands busy with wooden spoon and steamy face from stove, but I can't say for sure because I was pink and a bit embarrassed. Just wondering if she heard the really crude suggestion I made just before she WHOOHOOed. Ack.
Oh and the kids, no way did they hear anything.....they didn't!
Jane, if you read this, don't tell me. Please.