Men are weird

Well. I was sitting in a cafe yesterday afternoon recovering after a session with one of my least favourite minions when Cathy walked in. She looked shagged out to put it mildly. Apparently she had met a guy at a party two night previously and really hit it off with him so they had ended up at her flat where she was firmly expecting mega-sex for the next 6 hours. First of all, though, he says he is really turned on my married women. Ok, she says, so I've suddenly got a husband and he works nights. That got him off to good start. After a couple of hours hard grinding, he comes up for air and says, 'oh, and I get really turned on by old women.' Cathy starts to complain about the queue at the post office and her rheumatics. Off he goes again with another lease of life. Finally, just as the sun is coming up he tells her he could give her more hard sex if she was divorced. C is getting a bit narked by this time but anyway, she plays along and gives a five-minute yarn about how her husband left her with the kids and no money.. bollocks, bollocks. So anyway, it went on like this for the best part of 20 hours with one sexual fantasy after another. At the end she told him to fuck off. We're going out again tonight to see what other nutters we can find.