Hard to believe I know, but apparently I lucked out with Mr TGTBT. All too easily pleased I popped on the rose tinteds and settled for what I could get. Which is what I thought was the jackpot. It transpires that I merely got five numbers and the bonus ball because MR TGTBT is not the hottest bit of tottie on the planet. Nor indeed even in the place of his employ.
How do I know this? Because a colleague of Mr TGTBT told me so. Well, he implied it with his suggestion that three T's and a GB were nothing compared to said colleague's Double D Double G status. "That would be Drop Dead Gorgeous Guy" aforementioned colleague reliably informed me, modestly.
Being a Double F myself I can assure you, that while a Double D may be nothing to write home about, there is absolutely nothing modest about a Double G. Well, not at Agent Provocateur anyway.
Yours in hope & fear, AJ x
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