“That’s better,” she said, pulling into a parking space. “And if she asks you if you like it what are you going to say?”
Again I gulped. “Yes,” I murmured.
She started the engine. “Well I hope you’ll be a little more convincing than that,” she replied before turning the car around and finally driving in the opposite direction. “You clearly liked it when you were showing off your knickers before lunch,” she added.
Before long we arrived at my grandmother’s house…
“Now you’d better not make a mess of those knickers Peter.” my mother said sternly before asking if I needed to go to the bathroom.