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Our Crack Little Crack

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It was Valentine’s weekend and my brother-in-law was in the mood to talk romance. “Have you ever had a threesome?” he asked, his tongue loosened by the last of the vile novelty Christmas ale I was topping him up with. “Mate,” I replied, all sotto voce, “I’d be more than happy with a twosome.” What I didn’t mention was the fact that I had been aroused earlier that day by a sight most people find, frankly, repellent (and I don’t think repellent is too strong a word here). Picture the scene. I was walking home and noticed a fella crouched low on the pavement, working on his car. As I sauntered past I couldn’t help but glance in his direction. It was then that I saw it. Builder’s bum. You all know what I’m talking about: that inch or two of arse cleft that peeks coquettishly out over the top of someone’s jeans. I wouldn’t say that I was sexually aroused, per se - men are not my thing – but, at the end of the day, it was a bum! And it was being flaunted! Right there in the street! Who, in their heart of hearts, doesn’t want to see that?