Les liaisons dangereuses

Last week, I was in the bar with the Fierce People having a lovely beer or three.  The aircon was cranked up, as was the music (Vanessa Paradis, if you will) and the French half of the Fierce People was off to the toilet.

"Hey, I have something to tell you," whispered the American half of the FP combo, conspiratorially.

"Do tell..." said I, intrigued.

"Well, you know how we had our German friend staying over the weekend?" he said.  "Well, while the husband was out at work on Monday, I had a little indiscretion".  

He smiled at me with a very large twinkle in his eye.

"You mean that you and Herman the German did the dirty?" I asked.

He nodded, winked and smiled.  

"I take it husband doesn't know about this?"

He nodded again.  I gave him a good old gay high five and we giggled like schoolgirls.  Husband soon joined us, fresh from the bathroom and we dropped that subject and started to chat about other things that have been happening in our uneventful and quiet lives.

A couple of friends came and joined us, told us about how their cocktail party had been curtailed by one of the female guests dropping her cumbersome breasts into a bowl of crème anglaise that was destined for the mille feuilles.

They left and were replaced by a lovely boy with whom I had a thing a while ago.  He pushes the snack trolley on the TGV to Marseille and so was, naturally, never real boyfriend material.

When he left us, so the American half of the FP headed off for a cigarette on the bar terrace.

"I have something to tell you," said the French boy.  "But you must promise to keep it as our secret..."

"Okaaaaay....."  I said.

"Well, while my Hubbie was out walking the dog on Sunday, I let our German friend do terrible things to me."  He said this with one eyebrow raised and a very large smirk.

"Wow" said I.  "You are a disgrace"

And, with that, we too high-fived and giggled like schoolgirls.

"What's to laugh about?" said the American returning from his cigarette.

"Oh, nothing really" said I.  "I'm just so glad I met you two.  You make me feel so less cheap than I normally would."

They exchanged confused glances and I headed off to buy drinks.

See.  It's not just me.

Everybody's doing it.

Must be the summer.