The next Saturday I arrived feeling slightly more nervous than usual. Doreen had been apologetic rather than upset over accidentally flashing me but I wasnt sure how the incident would be approached today, if at all. I certainly wasn't going to mention it unless she did.

All was tranquility. Graham had a brief chat in his way out, and I could here Doreen clattering pots about in the back. There was none of the tension of the previous week.

At 09.30 my cuppa arrived. Doreen was actually dressed, slacks and a zip up cardigan over a t-shirt. Her hair was neat and tied back in a pony tail, no make up though.

There was an upholstered bench which ran the full length of the counter at the back of the shop, she set the tea down and sat alongside me.

"Thank you for last week pet. And sorry if I embarrassed you".

"'s alright"

"Which bit ? Crying all over you or waving my tits about all over the place ?"

I laughed. "Both, it's fine".

"Just putting your arm round me made all the difference you know ? Cheered me up"

You could have fooled me at the time but I think I knew what she meant.

"So how much did you see ?"

What the fuck ! She was looking straight at me and there was a definite glint in her eye.

"Pardon ?"

"How much could you see ? Do I have any secrets left ?"

"Hardly anything, honest".

"Liar !"

I looked straight back at her. "All the right one and most of the left one".

"Oh my god !" She giggled. " I really don't have any secrets left do I ?"

"Was only for a second".

"I believe you. I'll try not make a habit of it".

Aw! There was a pregnant pause while we each took a swig of tea.

"So what did you think ?"

What. The. Actual. Fuck. I was so far out of my depth Kurt Jurgens was charging around my head in a U-boat commanders hat shouting whatever the German was for "we're all gonna die!" while rivets pinged around the place.

"What ?"

"What did you think ? About my tits ?"

I was aware that my mouth was opening and closing but from where I was sitting no sound appeared to be coming out.

"Erm ... they were lovely" I eventually squeezed out.

"Glad you liked them. Did you see any further ?"

"No, honest. Just the top of your belly"

"Well thank heavens I have some dignity left"

Phew. Got away with it.

"Did you get a stiffy"

Or not.

"Eh ?"

"Did I give you a stiffy ?"

I might have been an 18yo virgin nerd but I knew a loaded trick question when I heard it. There is no socially acceptable answer to this question which doesn't either mark you down as randy perv or cause offence. Fuck it, the worst that could happen was that I got sacked.

"Yeah I did a bit"

"A bit ? You fibber ! I could see it from the bloody kitchen when you went back in the shop !" She laughed.

"Sorry".

"Fucks sake don't apologise pet, you made my day !"

"Really ?"

"I'm 44, I looked like shit, I hadn't slept for three days, I hadn't had a shower, my hair was a mess, I was covered in snot and crying all over the place and I still gave a teenage boy a boner. I'll take that pet !"

"Yeah I suppose" I laughed.

"I've embarrassed you enough pet". She stood up. "I'll bring you another brew in a bit"

And with that she gave me a peck on the cheek and went back to the kitchen.