Essex Man Writes

I have known the main Lady for many years and she desires nothing more of me other than to speak with me whenever she can. I have that effect on some women you know. I know it's strange but what can you do. I suppose it's a gift really.

She finds me fascinating. Of course she does. She makes me chamomile tea just so as I linger whenever I meet her in the London office.     

Actually I find her annoying to be honest, even though she laughs at everything I say and blushes when I hold her hand and tell her she looks cute and then whisper sweet nothings in her ear and she thinks it rather funny and amusing when I dunk my digestive biscuits into the chamomile.

'I've never seen anybody do that before John,' she offers.

'Then you should get out more' I  tell her.

Still she laughs.