HRT
by Tony Dawson

 

 

“Hi, Brittany!” said Marie-France. “What a lovely surprise! It’s been ages since we last met! The last time I saw you, you were so down in the dumps. Now, you look absolutely radiant!”

“Oh, the reason for that is simple. I finally divorced that egregious slob, Donald. Ugh! I don’t know how I managed to put up with the pig for so many years, what with his drunkenness and womanising. God knows what other women saw in him. He was useless in bed as in everything else. You can’t imagine how relieved I am to have finally got rid of him.”

“Well, good for you. I often wondered why you married the odious brute. Have you met somebody else or are you just enjoying the freedom of being on your own?”

“I did live on my own for a while, but I found being a singleton overrated, especially when I met François in Paris. He’s such an incredible man, so attentive and understanding and ooh, that accent…  On top of which he’s a brilliant chef with a Michelin star to his name! As you might imagine, I found him irresistible and when he asked me to marry him, I leapt at the chance! I was a little worried about the sexual side of our marriage because my libido had all but vanished after ten years of going to bed with Donald. However, I discovered that HRT works wonders. François is so exciting and satisfying in bed!”

“Oh, so hormone replacement therapy really works then?”

“Who said anything about hormone replacement therapy? I’m talking about husband replacement therapy! That’s what works. I can thoroughly recommend it.”

 

 

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