Resistance.

I had a remarkably boozy weekend, my sister is leaving town and she had drinks in a rather spiffing cocktail bar with her friends. A very old flame was there, who was in the village next to mine when we were going up. She was looking marvellous and delightfully short skirt showing of her rather long legs. Sadly she got trapped in some heated debate with one of my sisters Marxist friends. At least I learnt that one should never ask a Marxist to the pub.

A rather big work bash is planned on Thursday, and I went to see the organiser to drop of some more tickets. I was going to send my assistant but he would just use it an excuse to get the entire afternoon off, and as I am trying to work him a bit harder to see if he isn't completely feckless I went instead. I'm glad I did, she was in the club alone and invited me in for a drink, she asked if I had the evening free but alas I had agreed to go a preview screening with a friend so I couldn't hang around and be seduced. It was rather fun visiting her in her lair, it added a delightful sense of danger to the occasion.

She is awfully pretty, and very feisty, which is very much my type but as we are working together I must resist doing anything naughty with her. Or in her case it would be more apt to resist her doing anything naughty on me.