"Well, you're a brilliant footstool - that's a virtue, right?" Ernie teased.
Ernie was briefly torn as he knew that if he didn't tell the story himself then Susan would. He could just stay quiet as she told the whole tale, but hell, he deserved to have some fun too. "A certain person. Who's fit as all hell, and answered the door wearing nothing but his bloody pants, then leads me up a set of stairs, and do you have any idea how hard it is to be professional when I've got one of the most gorgeous arses I've ever seen right in my face? Anyway, it turns out I've snogged him before at a club we went to one night, except I was too drunk on gin and tonics to remember more than a gorgeous body."