When i got home, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling i have a suprise for dinner tonight."
He then blindfolded me and sat me down at the dining table.
I sat down and as soon as he was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang.
He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned from the phone.
The beans i had consumed were still affecting me and the prussure was just unbearable,
so while my husband was out of the room i shifted my weight to one leg and let one rip.
it as not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck ran over a skunk near the rubbish tip!
I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
then shifting to the other leg, I ripped off three more.
The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.
Keeping my ears carefully tuned to conversation in the other room, i went on releasing atomic bombs like this for another five minutes.
The pleasure was indescribable!
Eventually the telephone signaled the end of my freedom, so I quickly fanned the air for a few more times with my napkin and placed it on my lap, and folded my hand back on it, feeling very releived and pleased with myself.
My face must have been a picture of innosence. When my husband returned, appologising for taking so long, he asked me if i had peeked through the blindfold, and i assured him i had not.
At this point, he removed the blind fold and twelve dinner guests seated around the table with their hands to their noses, chorused: "happy birthday!"
Karen,Ron and the Girls.
Just coasting along.
