Caught by the Pizzarizza

Well folks, that's it. Toots and I were enjoying a surreptitious canoodle while Mrs Booty was showering when suddenly the bedroom door was thrust open, in came a Pizzarizza stormtrooper photographer type and started flashing away. It was only then I realised it was Mrs Booty and her dressing gown had come undone.

Difficult decisions need to be made. Hide the cameras, or book a Premier Inn? How could any deoxygenated chap ignore the type of girl his mother warned him against? Toots is THAT petite blonde, eyes to melt your heart, a simpering come hither smile and eight nipples.