“So did you hear what that footballer said?” Anna started to Catherine.
“No. What?” said Catherine.
“That coaching with Guardiola is better than sex.”
“What?” Catherine shot hotly.
“Coaching with Guardiola is better than sex,” said Anna.
“What’s a Guardiola?” asked Catherine.
“He’s a football coach supposed to be one of the best.”
“Well, he can’t be that good. That boy is just doing it wrong.” Catherine replied. She returned to focus on her magazine.
“This offends you?” Asked Anna.
“It’s a disrespectful thing to say. I bet the guy who said it has a girlfriend or something. Imagine that. Going to your man and labouring hard on his dick to be told that your pussy can’t compare to the lip service he gets at work. From his boss no less.”
“What if Mark had said that?”
“There’s no way he’s saying that the way I massage his balls while he’s pounding it in. he’s not cumming because of my in-depth football analysis.” The waitress shot them a look of shock and crimson red glowed on her cheeks. “You should take a seat and listen love, you could learn a thing or two,” Anna said raising her cup of tea. The girl was simply setting the place. At 11 in the morning, La Casa was empty and they wouldn’t get any interruptions. Four years in the navy with more than six months at sea had coarsened Anna and Catherine’s tongues to the point even perverted men would blush in their presence.
A white Sedan honked below.
“I think Peter’s here,” said Anne.
“It’s about damn time,” Catherine said standing.
“I see you waited until Mark was way out.”
“What else can I do?” She straightened her scarf, “but trust me one of these days, I’ll get the two of them to meet and then we can get to some real fun time just the three of us. Holding guns isn’t all I learnt in the navy.”
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