What are friends for?

She hitched up the towel and opened the door. Her heart sank, it wasn't Louise it was Steve, John's best friend, dressed as usual in the summer in just a pair of shorts and sandals. Even as the door swung open his face lit up as he took in the sight of her wrapped in a towel that was a bit too short for comfort.

"Hi Doe", he said moving forward to kiss her on the cheek.

She returned the pleasantries and waved him in, "John is in the garden", she added.

"No worries, I'll catch him in a mo, any chance of a drink?" he returned, sitting himself in the kitchen.

"Help yourself, I'm going to get dressed"

"Don't dress up on my account... although if you need a hand I am an expert in ladies fashion...", said Steve as he helped himself to a beer from the fridge.

"Thanks, but I'm a big girl now and I suspect your expert knowledge is more about removing ladies fashion than anything else..."

With that she headed for her bedroom.