Sunday, March 8, 2009

Episode 2 - Is there a sane man in the room?

I have heard some stories from my friends that would seriously put you off from ever going near the male species ever again.

One in Particular came from Aussie Chick. She had been enjoying her time in London to it's full extent, and was a particularly partial to an English genleman or two! One of these such encounters went like this:

She had met an especially yummy specimen, we'll call him A. She and A had met in a club, and were enjoying one of those delicious moments when no one else exists in the club or bar apart from the two of you, the chemistry is there, and the conversation is flowing, and you are secretly congratulating yourself on the witty banter you are coming out with.

Aussie chick decides, it's time to seal the deal - she and A are out on the London pavement hailing down the modern girls horse and carriage to whisk them back to her apartment....

The next morning, she awoke in the morning-after-glow, happily reaching over to the other side of the bed to pull A towards her for round 2. But A wasn't lieing peacefully next to her, she forced her sleep - riden eyes open, and looked around the room. Her gaze finally landed on a head at the end of her bed bobbing up and down. 'What the hell is going on' Aussie chick wonders, and pulls the covers up only to reveal A going like the clappers, moaning and groaning while he is enjoying t a moment of DIY. This is bad, but it got a whole lot worse when Aussie Chick see's its not actually her he's all hot and bothered about, but her feet that have got him all hot and bothered.

Needless to say, after A's foot fetish was discovered, he never got a second look at Aussie Chick or her tootsies ever again.

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