Wet Holes

An old friend e-mailed me. She asked if I was up for a weekend away, in a secluded spot?

I perked up and replied..'err, sure; you know me haha!

She asked; 'Does the idea of a weekend of wet holes and hidden treasures appeal?'

Now I REALLY perked up; 'You're reading my mind', I replied.

'Would you like to go, where few men have been before?' she inquired, adding a 'Smiley'.

After adjusting my clothing somewhat, I replied, 'Ohhh yes PLEASE!

'Cool, she said. There's a gang of us going 'Pot-holing' to Somerset in a couple of months time; bring a friend, so you won't be on your own...and would you mind driving the van, cos Trevor's eyes get really sore when driving...?'

Dad used to always say, 'Don't count your chickens before they're hatched'. I'm currently trying to create a good excuse, to be somewhere vitally important, on said weekend.....and I hope Trevor's eyes fall into his lap and fucking explode, just as she's whipping off her bra.... :/