 | Genre: Humour | Word count: 115 |
Shaken but not Stirred
Pussy Galore eyeballed Bond across the breakfast table. “Okay, so what’s with all that spy stuff last night?”
“Uh?”
“Hiding under the bed talking into your phone?”
He cleared his throat. “I dropped a cufflink.”
“And switching our drinks?”
“Sorry, force of habit.”
“And…” Pussy waited until she had his full attention. “As for climaxing and yelling, ‘Oh, oh, seven!’…”
He cast his eyes down. “I do rather get carried away. Sorry.”
“So you should be – the neighbours were banging on the walls.”
“Dare I ask, did the earth move for you?”
“I was stirred but not shaken. Here’s a tip, spy man – next time, don’t treat my body like a dead letter box. Okay?”
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