Over my shoulder

You must take care with iPads. Last week, browsing through my social media contacts, I didn't realise Mrs H was looking over my shoulder surreptitiously.

"How is it that all your contacts are beautiful young women?"

"Not all of them!"

"So you admit that lots of them are then?"

"Mostly former students of mine..."

"And...?"

"Just the best ones."

"I can see that! Certainly the prettiest."

"Mostly German and Eastern European, renowned for their beauty and work ethics. And also high achievers."

"And you fancied them! I can see it in your eyes!"

"I only have eyes for you."

"Liar!"