Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 25.

I got up the following morning with a spring in my step, and the happy thoughts that I’d dodged a major disaster with Devina the previous night. With several tons of concrete hardening over her ridiculous chihuahua, and her none the wiser, I felt pretty positive about life.

True my girlfriend was a lying lesbian bitch, and there was the small matter of ongoing blackmail, I had a group of business partners…