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14-06-2006, 14:48
Isn't it just the most embarrassing thing when you're saying how much you fancy a boy and then find out he's been listening the whole time? Uh-oh Lea, you must be feeling pretty red-faced or is that all the tanning oil?
And uh-oh Pete, you must be feeling pretty scared.
Lea has always had a soft spot for Pete. She can often be seen molly-coddling and mothering him. But it seems the Boobmeister sees the quirky Brighton lad as more than some kind of surrogate son. Oh, so much more.
"I like him," she confided in Aisleyne during a frank heart-to-heart. There was no ambiguity about what kind of 'like' she meant either.
The London girl didn't look surprised, asking: "Do you want a toy boy?"
"No," protested Lea. "But I just can't control it. I know nothing can..." She suddenly went mute. Pete had emerged from the bathroom and was standing right next to the stunned pair. Lea's jaw dropped and her face reddened.
"I thought you were in the bedroom," she whimpered. Pete shook his head, chuckled nervously, made a couple of grunts and ambled away to the bedroom. Aisleyne wriggled uncomfortably. Lea's hand was covering her face.
"I thought he was in the ********* bedroom," she blurted in a half-whisper, sighing resignedly: "Well, he heard all that then."
"Think of him as a younger nephew, like a relative, that will put you off," advised Aisleyne astutely.
"I don't see him as young though, I see him as the same age as me," said Lea.
"He's not though," Aisleyne reminded the love-struck 35-year-old.
Meanwhile, Pete hasn't come back out of the bedroom yet...
And uh-oh Pete, you must be feeling pretty scared.
Lea has always had a soft spot for Pete. She can often be seen molly-coddling and mothering him. But it seems the Boobmeister sees the quirky Brighton lad as more than some kind of surrogate son. Oh, so much more.
"I like him," she confided in Aisleyne during a frank heart-to-heart. There was no ambiguity about what kind of 'like' she meant either.
The London girl didn't look surprised, asking: "Do you want a toy boy?"
"No," protested Lea. "But I just can't control it. I know nothing can..." She suddenly went mute. Pete had emerged from the bathroom and was standing right next to the stunned pair. Lea's jaw dropped and her face reddened.
"I thought you were in the bedroom," she whimpered. Pete shook his head, chuckled nervously, made a couple of grunts and ambled away to the bedroom. Aisleyne wriggled uncomfortably. Lea's hand was covering her face.
"I thought he was in the ********* bedroom," she blurted in a half-whisper, sighing resignedly: "Well, he heard all that then."
"Think of him as a younger nephew, like a relative, that will put you off," advised Aisleyne astutely.
"I don't see him as young though, I see him as the same age as me," said Lea.
"He's not though," Aisleyne reminded the love-struck 35-year-old.
Meanwhile, Pete hasn't come back out of the bedroom yet...