I apologise for being absent without providing a note from my Mum last week, I was in a plane crash and we were stranded in a chain of mountains without food, the only way to survive was to eat my FF post, for which I am sorry, it didnt taste very nice so was probably a shambles of a post anyway.
Thinking cap is on, so here we go.
On My Marks…
Thoroughly tired of the humiliation of being baled out by his more stealthy wife; she was so much more surreptitious in her Swinging. He, however, was always getting caught with his trousers round his ankles, literally since he’d started Dogging.
But the thrill of the chase was becoming tiresome, not to mention being on first name terms with some of the local constabulary, a little more with one officer specifically!
To stop him straying a Honeytrap was set; a Pampas Grass bush planted right outside their Bungalow, easily visible from the road.
All they needed to do now was wait.
There we go 100 words on the nature and pitfalls of Swinging in Suburbia, google it if you’re unsure!