So last night was a massive surprise to me. Before I got to Lucys I half expected her to just want to have another quiet night... boy was I wrong.
I walked into her house and she was stood there all dressed up looking breathtaking. I asked why she had her glad rags on and she said she fancies going out. That was all I needed to hear, taxi was booked and we was in a bar down town faster than a politician can lie!
We met quite a lot of friends while we was out and loads of drinks were passed round (of which I slyly avoided because of last weeks fiasco). We had a great time and after leaving a club about 4 in the morning we went to casino where I lost £40 and Lucy won £120. I was a little jealous at that but I was having such a good night I couldn't really give a shit.
The biggest shock was when we got home. I think the week of enforced celibacy has took it's toll more on her than it has on me. It was a good night.
Waking up at 2p.m on a Sunday afternoon is a wonderful feeling!