Trauma

[badstar]

So I'm eating a sandwich. And Dominic is sitting here. Asks what's on it cause it smells really good. (Grilled chicken, asiago cheese, pesto and roasted peppers on foccacia for the record) Suddenly, he's rhapsodizing (is that a word) about how perfect the sandwich is and how it's turning him on. So now I have to eat the sandwich, knowig that Dominic is lusting and fantasizing about my sandwich. He keeps asking me to tell him what's on it again.

OK....tthis is just ridiculous. *Finishes sandwich and goes off in search of tea before shift starts*