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Dear Agony Aunt,


I would be most grateful for any advice anyone could give on this
matter of deep concern to me.

For sometime now I've suspected that my wife may be having an affair.
You know the sort of thing. The phone rings, I answer, someone hangs up.

Recently she has started going out 'with the girls' a lot and when I
ask which girls it's always "Just some friends from work, you don't
know them".

I always used keep an eye out for her taxi coming home but now she
always walks up to the flat although I can hear a car setting off as
if she has just got out of one around the corner.

The other day I picked up her mobile, just to see what time it was,
and she went mental, screaming at me that I should never touch her
phone again and why was I checking up on her.

Anyway, I have never approached the subject with her. I kind of think
deep down I don't really want to know the truth.

But then last night she went out again and I decided that I would
check up on her. I hid behind my car which I knew would give me a good
view of the whole street so I could see which car she got out of on
her return.

It was whilst I crouched behind my car that I noticed rust around my
rear wheel arch.

Do you think I should take it into a body repair shop or should I buy
some stuff from Halfords and try to repair it myself?

Jeyelle

Jeyelle, your story reminds of the 2 ladies below!

Girls Night Out

Two women friends had gone for a girl's night out. Both were very faithful and loving wives, however they had gotten over-enthusiastic on Bacardi Breezers.

Incredibly drunk and walking home, they needed to pee. So they decided to stop in a nearby cemetery. Having nothing to wipe with, one of them thought she would take off her panties and use them.

Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive pair of panties and did not want to ruin them, but was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so she proceeded to wipe with that. After the girls did their business they proceded on home.

The next day one of the women's husbands was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said "These damn girl's nights out have got to stop. I'm starting to suspect the worst. My wife came home with no panties!"

"That's nothing" said the other husband, "Mine came back with a card stuck between the crack of her butt that said "From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget you.

I knew a girl who had the letter 'W' tatooed on each cheek of her bum.

When she bent over ..... WOW