While on holiday retreat in a quiet (now vacant) farmhouse in Cork, the strangest thing happened to me. Lara Croft burst into the house, looking sweaty and breathless. I surmised that she must have been on the run from some evil rival tomb-raiding goons. What could have been on her mind as she beckoned me up the stairs?
I followed of course. She was waiting at the top of the stairs for me. Perhaps she is looking for a place to hide?
She kept calling. Where are you off to now, Lara? Hey! that’s the bedroom! My wife is asleep downstairs, I don’t think that she’d approve. You are not on my laminated list you know! You don’t mind? Damn.
I followed her in, and watched her climb into bed. Steady Lara! But what happened next amazed me. Buffy, obviously curious about what was happening, popped her head around the door. “Shouldn’t you be chasing demons?” I ventured. Buffy is a stern, taciturn sort and didn’t reply.
If Buffy’s appearance amazed me, what happened next floored me! The two girls got into bed! What is happening here?
The girls decided that they were a little uncomfortable in their clothes and decided to get into their night gear. Wow! Flannelette PJs Buffy! Look at Lara’s off the shoulder number. Where did that porn come from?
It was nice of them to invite me in, and let me bring my beer with me. Not sure that Buffy is too impressed though. Hey ladies! I’m here! Put away that porno…
They didn’t want me. Gerry decided that he’d give the ladies a try. He ended up reading porno too. Hey Gerry! Where’s your right hand? You dirty beggar!
Well, the ladies were obviously tired from their life of adventure. It would take many hours for Buffy to thaw, and Lara was probably just playing games. They let the two of us snuggle up for the evening. It was nice of them to share their porn I suppose.