"The day I turned 40 my sex drive exploded" whispered Elodie.
All the other mother's porcelain teacups that hung at a comfortable distance from their pink cardigans shook uncontrollably, one lady was unable to stop a drop of tea spill from the saucer.
Felicity our queen bee, rushed to her kitchen, "don't worry about it, Joan". Her pure white rag magically disappeared the dark stain on the coffee table. "So is Rachelle going to be dux this year?" We all smiled comfortably.
Months after and in a corner away from the ladies wearing their Sri Lankan pearls, cultured in China I stole a moment alone with the gorgeous, tall, blonde Elodie, the lady who shattered the teacups.
How do you jolt yourself, and others out of the middle class perfect mother's compartment to open an impolite conversation about sex?
"So you and Ricardo are happy?" She looked down on me from her naturally superior position, her long straight blonde hair was brushed from her perfect face. "I don't know what's happened. I keep slipping my hands down inside his pajamas. The taste of his cock to so arousing".
Oook that was enough, I giggle and guide her away.
Yet, the day I turned forty my sex drive exploded.