Daniel has this favourite pair of yellow shorts that he wears all the time. He says they are his favourite. The number of times he wears them, you have to believe him. Apparently, he was down the shopping centre and a middle age woman said that those shorts leave nothing to the imagination.

"Too much," ask Daniel.

"On the contrary," she replied. And she smiled and looked Daniel up and down. 

"Oh well, I am glad that they aren't too terrible," said Daniel.

"Not at all, " she said. "If I was twenty years younger I'd..." She laughed. And she blushed.

"On the contrary," said Daniel. "You wouldn't have to be 20 years younger, not at all." She was gorgeous, said Daniel. She had dark auburn hair and a beautiful face.

"Oh, you are just saying that," she said.

Daniel said to me, I was just saying it, I was just trying to give her a compliment.

She laughed. She had a beautiful laugh. And then she just held my gaze and it made something in the pit of my stomach kind of flex and growl and suddenly, I wasn't just thinking it was talk. It is weird how that happens.

"And I looked at her and said, it doesn't just have to be talk. And my voice crack right at that moment as I was so fucken nervous, but it just managed to make me sound sexy, well, that is what she said.

"And what?"

"What do you reckon, little bro."

"What?"

"I bought her here, she only left like an hour ago."

"Daniel."

"I feel pretty good," he said. And then he just couldn't get the smile off his face, not straight away.