Hot Lips

I can visualise that strange cross between a cheeky grin and a crude licentious leer. And I know that he is at it yet again. It is the wife with whom I sympathise. Another day, another dolly. The predictability of his behaviour is Pavolovian. But through that unmistakable mouth of his will come his own painful downfall. For he can never resist opening it. To me, to you, to any passing journalist or acquaintance. And as a bragger it always opens too far.