In the courtyard of my favourite restaurant, I sat with friends and took it all in.

Next to my tobacco pouch, a glass of fine red wine shone in the bright moonlight.

We decided that the waiter who took our order had the best bum in the place. Win!

On a girls night out just about anything goes. We didn’t do it often so it had to be right.

As our entree was served a violin began to play in the doorway.  Lust at first sight!

The musician was a real hunk. He circled slowly around me and then blew me a kiss.

My chair did so many turns that I kinked my neck.  Was this going to be my night?

One friend kicked me in the shin, while another trod on my foot.  Too bad as this was sheer bliss.

As he serenaded me he whispered in my ear, “Every woman should have a Hungarian lover”.

Who’d be mad enough to argue with this?  I’ve been called a bitch so often that I just grinned.

When dessert arrived the maitre de came to tell me the wandering minstrel was a married rover.

At first I was shocked then swore like a bloody trooper. My night was ruined and I hadn’t even sinned!