Hi-tech - land of debauchery...

Well, last night's late-night talk with O turned a little more saucy than I anticipated. We have a pretty good working relationship, us office rebels, and often end up working late together, plenty of jokes and bitching at our other colleagues and bosses. I'm not sure how we got started, but our last half-an-hour together in the office turned into tales of sexual preferences...and I was very surprised to find out that she 'batted for the other side'. Her youthful days at university were days, or rather nights, of experimenting (nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more...)...and I sheepishly grinned at the amount of information she was willing to divulge. A little too much information. Trouble is, her invitation to bring mrs. anglosaxy along to her favourite Ruskie bar has taken on a whole new meaning...