The girls ring me begging me to come. I knew she was there, so reluctantly I turned up, sober as well. Yes me, the sober one. Them, the drunk ones. As soon as I heard their slurs this evening had 'mistake' written all over. And now I have her who dares to compliment me with her snide smile, on how 'gorgeous' I'm looking in my dress today, so I thought I'll go one more (just for you) and casually whipped off my bra underneath my dress, after all we are sunbathing. Then an afternoon of lazy bathing gets dangerous, fast. Her snide smile turns into nasty words, conveniently while others are nowhere to be seen. Oh dear she is a little jelly, so I calmly smile, retreating her words back with that slick tongue of mine. Doesn't she know? I'm here to lounge, not to be scathed upon. She's drinking more into her stupor trying to top me up hastily so I'm sloppy. I pace, like a lioness, sitting back, purring, watching her unravel in front of me as I'm thinking it couldn't be happening to a nicer person. I'm delighted others have too started noticing her sly ruse thats sliding off my sun oiled back. I yawn and stretch like I'm sprawled on a Savannah, while her words are still trying to rouse me. My my my, she really is jealous of me and the boys...

And the lions spend around eighteen hours a day relaxing