Why he’s not kidding anybody
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I managed to get a glimpse of my husband’s dirty email before he sent it off, and hasten to assure readers that, as usual, he is delusional. If those two lasses have any idea of what he’s like, they will have nothing to do with him.
I caution them and other ladies who might be tempted by his beguilements to note that the only animal he will ever resemble in bed is the species whose name rhymes with “fig.”
Constance Beasley (Mrs)
