The Time it Takes to Boil an Egg, by Fliss Zakaszewska

Boris was boasting to his mates – again. His girlfriend Jill rolled her eyes – again.

“Yeah, I’m a right stud, ain’t I, darling?”

He looked at Jill but didn’t wait for confirmation of his bedroom prowess as he put an arm around Jill’s shoulder and the other one around her best friend Lorna.

“Could take both you girls on at night!”

Lorna smiled politely as Jill yawned. “Oh, good. Three and a half minutes each, on alternate Friday nights,” she muttered.


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