Sex Journal 1

I’d just wrapped up a case and I was spending my time relaxing, which involved listening to music and flying paper airplanes across the office. Around 9 o’clock there was a knock on the door and I took my customary position facing the window and yelled come in, spinning around in my chair like Sam Spade when the client entered. Except it wasn’t a client it was Aoibhe. After greeting me she explained that she had never been in my office and thought she might pay me a visit. She was carrying a plastic container with some of her mother’s famous Carrot Cake and so I put on the coffee and we sat and had a chat. We talked about her studies in forensics and then she asked if I’d give her the grand tour. There obviously isn’t much to show but I gave her the history of how I acquired some of my Flea market junk and then she said she’d like to see my apartment.