Chapter Seven
Crouching Husband, Hidden Bertrand
That bloody b***h Pauline has left a red stripe on my ass – and I’m not talking the beer variety. I can still feel the smoulder of it. To help reduce the discomfort I have to keep lifting my cheeks in turn from the padded seat Pippa has recently had reupholstered in leather because one of the previous soft covers had a bouillabaisse stain on it. Sixteen chairs re-covered because one was marginally soiled. Still, that’s Pippa all over: a perfectionist when it comes to the subject of entertaining. She is the hostess with the mostest.
She is probably my best friend. She is too straight-laced for me really, but I imagine that keeps me in check. Heidi is more into my pet loves of fashion and shopping, and she has a habit of making my cunt itc
