I was listening to a play on the radio, it reminded me of a summer walk along a river.
We took a lunch break and went for a walk along a river. Some how the conversation got silly, not jokes as such, just silly. Soon we were both laughing and weeping. As soon as one of us stopped we add a few more words and off we went again.
I know what we both looked like to those who pasted us, but that did not seem to help. In fact every strange look just started us off again.
Soon I had stretched every muscle in my body, my stomach was aching. The nameless lass who was with me had to redo her make-up before returning to work.
It was almost as good as sex.
So is there something as good as sex? What do you think?