Last Day with Lena

Tis a sad day. Not only has attendance at tonight's works do been enforced by unrelenting peer pressure from the team but I had to bid farewell to the lucious Lena from my language class today. She is returning to her native Greek town for the Christmas holidays and as we handed in our French assignments I could sense a feeling of warmth and longing in the way her fuzzy mohair cardigan brushed against my nylon sports jacket (dressing down today, for we must attend the works do straight after work). I longed to embrace her, brush her bushy hair aside, whisper sweet everythings into her large bejewelled lobes and whisk her off for half a light ale. But she merely took stride down the corridor, leaving the unmistakable scent of white musk in her wake.