Fully charged

“Why not pop over later this evening? My son’s gone back to school... grudgingly, but gone. I have the place back to myself. I’ll order a takeaway for 8.30. We can talk and see how it goes. Does that suit you Paolo?”

‘You bet it does’ thought Paolo, or more particularly his groin, but it was his brain controlling his mouth that said “OK. Can I bring anything?”

“Just yourself, Paolo, just yourself.... I’ll organise a party.”

“A party?” Paolo was confused. “What kind of party?”

“A party of two, silly boy. Just us two!” Livia was fully in charge.