She pulled her UGGS off, the aroma of her naturally chutney scented feet filling the room and stretching out on the bed her leggings material stuck in her crack. She tried to pinch it out but in raising her legs decided simply to remove them. When Fred came in she was in the middle of the bed in lotus position listening to the BBC over her earbuds. He came over and kissed her, questioning what he saw in her. It had been a dare he was feeling like he lost. She popped the buds out and looked at him with wide wild eyes. “I’ve something for you,” she said arching gracefully and plucking the folder from behind her with nimble fingers, undulating forward and handing it to him. He flipped it open and read. The picture became so clear he could see right through it.