I’m visiting a couple of friends. We’re eating dinner and drinking wine. Sex enters the talk.
He winks at me, looks at her and says, ‘My wooden leg nourishes our sex life. Don’t believe me, ask her’.
Sylvia gets up to clear the table, stops and disdainfully says , ‘What wooden leg? I’ve never seen this wooden leg you’re always bragging about’.
She leaves. He gazes at his wine glass.
I pick up another topic.