by Olivia KnightWe�ve all been there: garden party, drink in hand, exchanging witty repartee with some magnificent specimen whose eyes smoulder with wry debonair amusement, and you think � What, on earth, could possibly make you hotter? � and with a discreet nudge of the elbow, knock him into the pool.Ahh. Wet men. (Someone else will deal with Angry men in a separate post, as I don�t do anger
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