'I am scandalised at these salacious details,' she said. Her eyes twinkled with the prurient lusts of the desiccated and empty.
'But they are entirely your own invention,' I objected. She could not hear me above the sounds of her hands rustling in her underwear.
'Oh how astonishing to find myself - me, just an unassuming housewife - part of this bohemian world'.
Like all the other products of her imagination, she made it sound like a shopping centre.