Micah walked over to the cabinet to select a disc from a file filled mostly of classical and jazz music. “Are you in the mood for a violin concerto or a jazz arrangement?”
“Classic. I like the bawdy classical quality of a Fanny Hill. We can save jazz for later.” Vera and I both looked over at Micah in the three-quarter length burgundy apron as he walked back over to us. And as he approached I asked, “Micah, are you familiar with the term FLR?”
“FLR?”
“It means different things for different people with the idea of the female lead a relationship.”
“Micah thought for a few moments, “The second woman I discovered carnal knowledge with was an assertive pastor’s daughter liked to lead. We were teenagers at the time.”
“I’m glad to hear.”
“She spoiled it for the libidinous ladies of mirth I
