A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...
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57<br />
I roll my eyes. As I said earlier I have not<br />
been so fortunate. It is barely two weeks s<strong>in</strong>ce I last<br />
<strong>to</strong>ok an unfortunate trip over Dotty’s knee and <strong>the</strong><br />
sounds <strong>of</strong> Lisa be<strong>in</strong>g spanked <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> kitchen had made<br />
me experience an unpleasant feel<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> déjà vu. Only<br />
Nixdown could possibly consider <strong>the</strong> effects <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
wooden spatula rebound<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> her upturned arse <strong>to</strong><br />
be delightful. Personally I subscribe <strong>to</strong> Lisa’s school <strong>of</strong><br />
th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g. I hate that fuck<strong>in</strong>g spatula.<br />
I spoon some yoghurt over my Greek salad<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n fork a piece <strong>of</strong> cucumber <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> my mouth.<br />
Nixdown ignores her own plate and stares at<br />
me <strong>in</strong>tently.<br />
“Well?” she asks.<br />
“Well what?” I reply after I have f<strong>in</strong>ished my<br />
cucumber, although I know perfectly well what she<br />
wants <strong>to</strong> know and that I’m only postpon<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>in</strong>evitable.<br />
She raises an eyebrow archly. “Oh come on<br />
Rosie, I heard you and Debs gett<strong>in</strong>g whopped last<br />
night,” she giggles. “It sounded like Claire thought<br />
she was beat<strong>in</strong>g a carpet.”<br />
I roll my eyes <strong>in</strong> resignation. It is an exercise <strong>in</strong><br />
futility <strong>to</strong> even try <strong>to</strong> divert <strong>the</strong> direction that this<br />
conversation is about <strong>to</strong> take. Nixdown is tenacious<br />
and she will not rest until she has squeezed every last<br />
little detail out <strong>of</strong> me.<br />
“It felt like she was beat<strong>in</strong>g a carpet,” I say<br />
f<strong>in</strong>ally. “That gal whops <strong>to</strong>o hard, she should come<br />
with a government health warn<strong>in</strong>g.”<br />
Nixdown gr<strong>in</strong>s and picks at her own salad. She<br />
is satisfied now that she has me on <strong>the</strong> hook.