We were just opened for business when out good friend Debra stepped into the premise.
"Hi Deb."
"Hi Trish. Hi Mike."
"You're early today," said Mike. Deb was like a sister to him. He admired her for her fowardness. Deb was the no nonsense type. She prefers to be levelled with, rather than get coaxed over, with honey-laced assurance. Mike can tell from the stormy expression and the disapproving frown over her forehead she was unhappy with something.
"We're just about to get some coffee for ourselves. Would you like to join us?" asked Trish, noticing the same stormy expression on their friend face. Something or someone must have irked Deb terribly.
"I'd love some coffee - thanks." accepted Deb of Trish's offer of hot refreshment.
"Okay," said Mike, chuckling slightly. "What hairs of dog got under your skin today?"
Deb wrinkled her nose, lightening up momentarily. "Am I that obvious?"
"Yes. As daylight."
"You don't believe in sparing the ladies, do you, Mike? Let us keep some of our dignity within the madness afflicting our society these days."
Mike gave her a mock bow of insincere apology. "My apology, kind lady. I meant no offence with my directness."
Deb relaxed and laughed. "Give it up, Mike. You made a terrible actor. You'll never get Trish an Oscar for such foolish, ridiculous performance."
"Someone obviously got the bubble back," remarked Trish, pouring Deb a freshly brewed cup of coffee. "Sugar?" she asked.
Deb shook her head. "No. Too much sugar in the blood will on get me all rile up again."
"What happened? Why the clouds on such a lovely morning?"
"Do you want it straight?" asked Deb.
Trish nodded. "Straight is always good."
"It's the bloody China dolls!"
"Who's the latest to join the bandwagon?"
"My brother. He went for a full body rub yesterday. He got more than he bargained for!"
"A pleasant one for sure," commented Trish.
"Men!" fumed Deb.
"What's the 'extras', this time?"
"He wouldn't tell. No doubt a very pleasurable massage at his unmentionable. I told him if he so much as encourage my David to go to this kind of places, I'll personally fulfill his desire to become a eunuch!"
Mike and Trish bursted out laughing. It was unlikely Deb's hubby would dare team up on such sexual exploits. The penalty was just too sever and unthinkable.
"That includes you," warned Trish of Mike. "I'll get Deb to cut yours off for me if I lost my nerves. We'll pickle ' It ' in the jar and I'll take great pleasure in displaying your little brother all to see. That should stop you men from straying once and for all."
