"Not out of choice," she laughed, "But if there are no other offers, he might begin to appear more favourable."
"Huh," said Chris, "If you did, he'd turn you into some scantily dressed slapper, serving behind the bar to entice more drinkers into the pub."
"You're making it more interesting by the minute," she whispered, "Perhaps, I could ask for a commission on each one I pulled in."
"You really are a tart, you know." Said Chris.
"Yes, I suppose I am," she retorted, "But you still love me, don't you?"
"I don't know why, but yes, I do." He replied, as they arrived home.
Chris had hardly closed the front door behind them when Nicky took both his hands in hers. "You remember the first night we came home from the pub, and I asked you if I could sleep with you."
"Yes," said Chris, guarde
