"Oi, don't use the 'L' word around me. It's offensive," she teased, hand on her hip in mock severity. "My sex life isn't as active as it could be but I'm not shriveled up yet." Felt like it. Working two jobs to pay off her Mungo's bill and keeping her flat killed almost all the time she had to find a decent fuck. Throw in the tattoo and her options hadn't been what they once were. It was probably healthier this way but she missed her easy means for relieving some aggression. It was times like these she wished she had a stable fuck buddy, but that seemed too much like commitment.
"I'm sorry that this dressed was tailored for flat asses, it's not my fault it can't handle my rump." Which only seemed to get bigger with age. At least she didn't have to deal with school skirts anymore, that had been murder. Alicia smiled as he rattled off the list of uses for the next outfit. He was so organized and efficient, she wondered if he knew that half of her clothes ended up in a pile by the side of her bed. "Little dressy to craft brooms and the pub requires tits and ass to be showing. This is a little too conservative for work but it's nice to know I could have an outfit if I ever bought a dog or decided to date." The dog was far more likely.
He left and she changed quickly, ushering him to come in when she was done. "We need food. I can't keep doing all this work without chips in me."