From time to time i meet a social worker, we are getting accustomed to each other and i'm quite familiar with her now, i smile when i see her wearing high heels and a short straight skirt while she must be around fifty.
Today she made me wait for another thirty minutes in the waiting room, when finally she introduced me in her office she appologized that was her fault for messing up several meetings and i said "That's ok i always have a book with me!", and then she became curious at the colorful cover and bent over her desk to read the title of the book that i had put on a chair near mine, so i picked it and showed it to her, she opened a notebook and scribbled the infos, the title, the editor, and the author, and i asked amused "why are you noting that?!" and she replied with a playful smile "Because it seems interesting i'm going to search it for myself." "What is it about?" she continued, taking time over the very matter we actually should be discussing, i said "Oh that's highly sexual, i wasn't expecting that, it's the human intimate relations from the point of view of cats, sort of, my sister lent it to me." I felt she was even more stirred and interested hearing that first detail, and finally we started our interview in that cheeky playful atmosphere. Eh eh!