I've been seeing Matilda quite a bit lately, and sometimes Priscilla will drop in for a quickie, but I've placed Gertrude on the back burner because she refuses to wear the sheer nightie I purchased for her at Frank's Earthworms and Sheer Nighties.
Why are women like that? I think back to all the romantic evenings Gertrude and I have had over the years, and for her to throw it away because of a stupid little thing like a nightie is, frankly, baffling to me.
She been yelling things outside my window all night. I haven't slept a wink. Now I have to do my chores but I'm afraid to go outside and confront Gertrude.
Some of the stuff she's been yelling during the night was hurtful. Things like, "HEY, RATZENHOFER.... YOU AIN'T GETTIN' ANY FROM ME!" or "GUSTAV IS A LECHEROUS OLD GOAT!"
I'm afraid she's serious this time. And frankly I'm a little horny right now and could use a little of Gertrude's attention.
Let me peek out the window. Maybe I can get her to change her mind.
Damn! It doesn't look good.