bosstrabs
I often dream about walking into a party with her on my arm, bursting with pride as she charms the room. Tipping a knowing wink at my mates, who cannot conceal their jealousy at the trade up I have conducted against my previous model.
Only to wake up in a cold sweat, with her mum screaming “GET OUT ME CAAR” through the window of the liberal club, whilst we’re queuing for the buffet.
