The Three Word Story, Part II

chose not to

 

wear any because

 

it was exciting

 

to feel the


( )

 

breeze whipping round

(Okay, get around that one!)

 

their ankles, particuarly


( )

 

with sleet and

(Damn, she did it!)

 

sponge pudding, strangely

 

erotic when used


(Oli.....you're being weird!)

(Tom of course I did it, did you doubt me?)

 

in ways unthought

(Roxy, I could never doubt you!)

 

twice daily. Fishfingers
(Weird? Me?)

 

were used to

 

lubricate the joints

 

paying special attention

 

to the obscure

 

unloved and overlooked

 

nooks and crannies

 

hidden in and

 

around the location

 

of the Alps