“Hello Darling…yes.. tonight?” Emma cooed into her mobile.

“I’m sorry…I don’t understand. You want me to do WHO? But..no…can’t..” there was a long pause whilst she listened and gathered her ire.

“NOW JUST WAIT A MINUTE!” she shrieked to the airwaves when she could stand no more. “You promised I would never have to DO anyone again! It’s true, I can’t stand that ancient Sicilian pipsqueak - he reeks of garlic and oozes oil. But why would I want to..?” she paused and listened some more.

“What..make it worth my while, eh? How exactly? Well…that does seem very generous – pounds not euros I take it? Well….”

The offer was more than generous. She could always slip back into the old ways for just one more night? Maybe - just one more pop?