George was pleased to see me.
'Summer Miller, how wonderful to see you! How are you? And how is the lovely Gwen? Have you been back to the club since, for some good stripping fun? What on Earth are you doing here? What in heavens happened to your poor leg?' he giggled as he air kissed my cheeks.
I laughed. 'It's good to see you too, George.' He helped me sit down, and I continued, 'Gwen and Hugh are fine. They're still on honeymoon at the moment, but they're coming back this weekend. How are you?'
'I'm great. Absolutely great…but go on, tell me all the gossip,' he said as he clapped his hands in excitement.
'Well, there's not much to tell, really. Apart from the fact that I broke my leg falling down the stairs at the office. It was mortifying...and no, I haven't been back to the club.'
