This seemed to settle Georgie and Ceeley. ‘I noticed your wellingtons, so presumed you would be off for a brief sojourn with the lad.’ Georgie simpered, looking deep into the Pimple, blue eyeballs that had glazed with a shine suggestive of Ceeley’s wellingtons.
‘How perceptive of you daaaaah-ling,’ Ceeley replied, as she gestured with her head for Pimple to take a seat. Pimple duly responded, wondering who would sit next to him, but as the monkey tea arrived, so Georgie slid on the shiny leather to land beside him and snuggled into his armpit, caressed his thigh, noticeably taking in his musk for he had not showered at the request of Georgie as she said they would do it later, together. Pimple imagined they were likely going synchronised swimming, maybe with Marigolds, as Ceeley slid in t
