Me:Oh God, don’t say things like that! Now I won’t be able to stop thinking about it!
Kip:I want you to think about it. Long and hard.
Me:And now I’m thinking about the foot-long sub again!
Kip:LOL. I thought you’d enjoy furthering your education.
Me:Will there be an exam at the end?
Kip:A sexam?
Me:LOL.
Kip:I think we’ll concentrate on the coursework.
Me:Especially the practicals?
Kip:You did say you wanted to be well schooled for when you meet Mr. Right.
That makes me blink. I did say something similar to that, because that was the idea when I first went on Tinder. It makes my stomach flip to hear him say it now, even though I’m very aware this is only a fling.
Kip:Alice, I’m teasing you. This is purely a selfish endeavor. I’m expecting to be the only guy who benefits from your growing expertise.
My lips curve up.
Me:I’d be happy with missionary.
Kip:Me too, but hey, why not broaden your horizons?
Me:Are you talking about slot D?
Kip:Jesus, are you trying to give me a coronary? Let’s start with you on top and see where we go from there.
Me:LOL are you sure about this?
Kip:Absolutely. I can have fun planning it over Christmas.
Me:So you’ll have to let me know when you want me to drive down.
Kip:You won’t need to drive. I’ll send the family plane.
Me:Sorry, what?
Kip:The flight attendant is called Immi. She’ll look after you. Then I’ll pick you up from Wellington.
Me:Wow. Are you sure?
Kip:Just to warn you, I’ll be taking you out somewhere nice to dinner.
Me:So I shouldn’t wear shorts and a vest?
Kip:You’re welcome to wear whatever you like. I’ll be wearing a suit, though.
Me:Ooh.
Kip:You like that idea?
Me:I do. What kind?