Plain brown envelopes

After the non-appearance of the kittens last week, I felt slight pressure to deliver on yesterday's oblique promises. So I ditched the pet shop and headed to the sex shop.

I often pass, but I've never ventured inside. When I popped the question I expected a polite refusal, but Ronnie was surprisingly happy to let me snap away. He was more interested in telling me about his plans to take up photography when he retires, than he was to tell me any salacious stories about the shop. It was all disappointingly remarkably tame.

Having said that, discretion got the better of me, so I've posted a photo of Ronnie outside the shop. (And yes, I know there's a selfie lurking in there.)

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