The end of monogamy comes with
it a silent declaration of celibacy,
but only for some. For others, it is
a fest, a skeet shooting event where
the clay never runs out. Just for
the others though, and not for
the some. Which do you fall under,
boy, and why the change in scenery?
Imagine it, please: for me, well,
playing the cuckold is all to easy.