An irate Trevor stormed into the house with a quizzical face. He threw his coat over the back of the nearest chair and looked haughtily at his wife.

"Hello, babes. What's eating you?" she wondered.

"I've just heard some disturbing news down the pub. That bastard mailman has been boasting he has screwed every woman in this street; all but one. What do you make of that? All but one!"

Kate looked equally annoyed as she cursed and looked idly out of the window from the sofa.

"All but one? I bet it's that frigid cow in number seven!"

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