It’s like I have a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other, whispering in my ears. The me in red is saying, go for it, get drunk, have fun, fuck him in front of everyone and hang him out to dry. And the me in white is telling me not to degrade myself with such smut, you’re a lady, and ladies don’t do things like this, think of what people will think if they ever found out. As I drive to work, I’m stuck in the middle of an argument as the desperate horny woman on my right fights with the modest prim and proper woman on my left. I shake them both away as I pull into my usual parking space and walk into the surgery to go about my daily duties. As I chat to Liz about my date this evening she demands that I wear a red dress and put my hair up. I frown. “Why?” “Just trust me. Ask no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.” She winks. “Come on, tell me why.”
