Rain Goddness

It's been pouring for two months in London. I am so sick of being wet! And not in the sexual sense... I hate the tube, so I usually walk home but arrive drenched. Last week I dreamed I got home, not soaked by the rain, with my hair in perfect waves, high heels, luxury stockings, and underneath the trenchcoat that expensive lingerie I saw online and dared to buy. My boyfriend sees me, and his jaw drops to the ground; I dance for him while I undress, and then we have the best sex of this wet London autumn.