In which Fag Hag gets shown up by her cleaner. Of all people!
The Fag Hag had an embarrassing incident with her delightful cleaner the other day. Lovely Dora, god bless her little Bulgarian socks, decided to give the lilac boudoir a right good going over (in the ‘Dettol an dusters’ sense rather than the ‘oiled rent boys ready and waiting’ sense)…
That’s all well and good, but I came back to find a few key items had been rearranged. My copy of He’s Just Not That Into You had been propped up ostentatiously on the mantlepiece for a start. That’s always a turn-on for any passing trade. Then I discovered my Tampax had been rather prettily arranged in a small glass vase – not exactly the sort of floral arrangement I usually want male visitors to be faced with but I let it pass.
And then finally, the piece de resistance, my Rabbit had been removed from its rightful place under the bed and neatly displayed on the bedside table like some horrendously lurid sculpture. I’ve decided not to call her Dora anymore, given her attempts to deter any men from getting into my bed. From now on she’s known as The Cock Blocker.