We have been bitten, by what we think is a flea. Now considering that we have been rolling around picking grapes, patting strange dogs and have had a mouse problem in the Wairarapa, it is not surprising we have a flea.
However it is the flea's target that has us bemused. Not the butt or the bits in between. No. this is a very discerning flea. Last night he gorged himself on our juicy bits. Now we of stout frame provide excellent pickings for a rampant flea but he homed in on our breasts and judging by the tracks on our tits this morning, he had a fine old feast.
Sadly we have yet to find him. And unwilling to risk being sucked dry tonight we will be washing sheets and dousing ourselves in toxins so that his blood lust does not reduce our ample melons to the size of shrivelled passionfuit.
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