I love my missus, otherwise she wouldn't be. Work are having a drink next week and the receptionist went out of her way to invite me.
The missus is in Thailand, a long way away. The thing is, the receptionist is quite a cracker and my radar is telling me she likes me. And, seeing as the drinks will be resulting in some rather drunk people, my character will be tested. I'm resolved to leave at the end of the night and go home alone, crack one out and try not to think about the receptionist in her tight skirt and top that she leaves low to see her cleavage.
Maybe I should just swerve the event altogether.