She told her friends that she thought she loved him. But that there was something she was not sure about. When they met him they could see that.
Contrary to what they imagined, it wasn’t his three legs that bothered her. She listed the advantages for them.
His cartwheels were a thing of beauty.
They were never short of a set of stumps when playing cricket.
He had a stand-in job as a look-alike for the Isle of Man coat of arms.
And the sex, she said, was extremely exciting.
No, it was his other women. Especially those two legged freaks.