Some of you think life as Big Louie’s apostle and Lady Wonder Wench’s “chief back rubber” is all applesauce with whipped cream on it. No so. I have decided to expose some of what goes on behind the scenes of “Wonder Wench Writes.” For example, this e-mail just in:
Now, Dick, don’t be mad at me. Well, maybe this should be appropriately addressed to Wonder Woman. However, I will tell you the whole story and nothing but the truth. I did it! I hid my husband’s speedo over this past summer just waiting for the other shoe to drop, but…it never did. He never asked for it, so today, I wrapped it in a paper towel and put the speedo and the paper towel in a Stop & Shop bag and threw it away.
Dick, you need us. Dick, of the summer’s past, admit it, the memories are still there (oh, the memories), but, ah, yes, even the butts, have seen better days. My husband was happy by the pool all summer in his suit that we had picked out together, and I was happy. Happy wife; happy life.
Be well my Midnight friend,
Catherine M
Ha ha… You don;t really believe that most of us don’t know the truth! Female…weaker sex? Yea. that’s what They let us think! I am very much aware that in the “battle of the sexes” for a man the best thing to do is surrender, the sooner the bettter. Besides, its more fun that way.
My Sweetheart use to let me spout off and whatever, as she smiled at me and laughed. Wouldn’t have had it any other way.