I’m already feeling sorry for the guy.
‘… and kiss him like he’s never been kissed before…’
I’ve made the mistake of asking my editor for seduction advice.
‘… and see if he kisses you back!’
At this point my editor launches into the story of how, soon after moving to the capital, his attractive American lodger came into the communal room one evening and asked him if he’d like a blow job.
There’s a knock at the office door; it’s his wife, with a pair of shoes for him to try on.
I turn back to the computer with a sigh. There’s only one kind of job I’ll be doing in the near future.