While my wife was away at the weekend, a minor adventure appears to have befallen her and the story is retold here for your delectation and delight. It just goes to show how an innocent traveller in a strange town can unwittingly find herself in some degree of mischief.

Having settled at the hotel, my wife and her friend decided to go for a brief stroll around the locality, stopping at a newsagents to purchase a copy of Heat and a packet of biscuits which she later rolled up inside the magazine...after all, who could begrudge her a little nibble on something tasty in my absence?

Quite innocently, of course, they then stumbled upon a 24-hour sex shop and couldn't resist a quick browse inside, not that such upstanding ladies would ever contemplate purchasing anything from such a place nor would know how to use it if they did.

Hmmm...

Having spent a few minutes looking at the merchandise and tittering together like schoolgirls, they decided enough was enough, that it was time to make their way.

However, upon approaching the door, the manageress of the establishment seized upon my wife's bag and snatched the rolled-up magazine and held it aloft as if providing undisputable proof of their guilt.

Her triumph turned swiftly to defeat as it became evident that the only things concealed within the copy of Heat was a packet of humble biccies, not at all anything of similar size or shape from her own stock. Shamefaced, she mumbled an apologetic just checking and let them leave in peace.

The questions that present themselves to my mind are as follows:
a) was she merely peckish and fancied a quick nibble herself?
b) should the proprietor of a sex shop know the difference between dildoes and hobnobs?
c) if she doesn't know the difference, what on earth does she dunk in her tea each morning?
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