Hmm, did I read this sex-in-the-city-esque piece elsewhere? Playboy? Or Hustler? Rose, forget April-fool pranks, miss - this one will make for a pleasant weekend reading. I can assure you. :) Rohini, banters aside, hats off to you Miss (or Mr!) for your sure-fire candour if your post wasn't some excerpt, straight from the pages of one of those 18+ x-rated novels! The hormonally-charged male lot of this Sajha land would have much cause to feel grateful to you for all the obvious reasons, including yours truly! :) So, more please. On a passing thought though, I for one would have loved to take you out on a bit of a dodgy smooching session had it not been for that six-packed beefy friggin' DeMingo bugger of yours and the paraphernalia of the chic fashion accessories plus fast cars that he showers you with. Grrrrr So, he's got posh flashy Mercedes & Rolls Royces all in his tow, and I have still got my old 1970 Ford that's long reached its sell-by date as you can well imagine and awaits patiently to be taken to the rubbish kip. I expect it to last me for another 10-15 years at least. Pearls and diamonds? Goodness knows. All of my bank accounts (I have 20 different ones including American Express and several gold cards!) have this habit of showing a zero balance every time I make it a point of visiting the ATMs in my local town - so, you could say I'm technically on the dole for most of the time but also busy try and live off the overdraft facility that I've been provided with. My overdraft balance as you can imagine is humungous - the amount reaching swiftly for a six figure sum. I thought, I was the dumbest of all those dumb-head simpletons but boy, did that bank-manager turn out to be the biggest dumb-head of all, way bigger than I. Very ironic. Innit? Six pack? Oh, I can't promise six but certainly can strut my 'one'. Yeah, I have got 'one' pack that resembles the funny figure of the letter H. In capital, mind you - 'H'. So, my deduction thus: scoring with you? One big fat chance - I would rather have better luck of being a rocket scientist! :) And besides you don't want your beefy ebony friggin muscle-flouting sod to break my bones to bits, do you? No, I don't like hospital foods! :) Here's to my 'one' pack. Cheers. Carpe diem