2 are better than 1

I reasoned that God had told me to have fun and I certainly was not going to waste the opportunity.

If the line had worked once then why not again with a slight amendment, “Why don’t you come back to … our place?” which made Bev look at me inquisitively.

“Yes, certainly” Miss Arty Farty, or Sprite which I learned later was her preferred name, replied.

There I was walking up my road, past one or two twitching curtains as they were not accustomed to seeing me walk home followed by 1 girl let alone 2, more full of confidence and anticipation than ever before.

I sat them down in my living room on the sofa, requesting they talked as friends while I made them drinks and considered my next step. Before returning to my seat I drew the curtains. Maybe I was a creep but I wanted to make damn sure there would be no witnesses to my first adventure.

After chatting with the 2 girls to get information out of them including full names, addresses, phone numbers, jobs and where they like to hang out with whom and when. The younger of the girls had a boyfriend and had long since lost her virginity. Miss Arty was 22 - I was spot on with that - and was in her first proper job as a graphic designer with a web company. She was currently single sharing the rent of a city centre apartment with an elder work colleague. I asked her to describe her to me just I case I fancied a visit but she had a picture on her phone and while her flatmate was a little chubby she was definitely pretty.

The preliminaries over I decided to ask one of girls to stand up and walk over to me so I might “examine” her more closely.

The rights and wrongs of whatever I was about to do next never really entered my mind because after all it had been personally sanctioned by God.