“So, you want a quickie, in one hundred words?”

“Or less. We can do it. I have a plan.”

“How?”

“Lift your dress up, I’ll pull your knickers down. You bend over the desk.”

“Go on then. I am ready.”

“You’ll have to wait while I get hard.”

“What?”

“Won’t take long.”

“Take as much time as you want, while I am bent over this effing desk.”

“Ready. Here I come …”

“For God’s sake. Come on. Get on with it. We are running out of words. Hey! Watch, where you are putting that.”

“We have four more … Damn!”