Noticing a pretty lass of twenty pass him by, he thought, ‘Doesn’t she swing her seat as if to suggest that there’s a way too right up there? Heaving boobs and bulging bottom with something passable for a waist in between, won’t that sum up woman for man? Didn’t La Rochefoucauld say that man is the sum total of all the women he had ever loved. Maybe what he meant was that the measure of a man’s worth is the aggregate sum of the vital statistics of the women he had ever laid. Why not I maintain a record of them all, at least from now on, to know my net worth at the time of my death?’
‘Not a bad idea after all,’ he felt amused, and pursued his course in applied sex. ‘Nature made me a ladies’ man and fortune gave me the means to lure them. Oh, how the Cupid fellow thought it fit to endow women with an ear for flattery as if to help his own ilk worm their way into their arms. Won’t a push with praise and prod with a gift bring the babes to bare their boobs? And aren’t women blessed with a weakness for successful men? How money bestows status upon men and brings power over women! Won’t that enable the well-heeled to pick up their fancied women, that too at the drop of a hat! Well, haven’t I tasted the amorous flavors of countless randies in assorted ways? It’s as though every lass is ready for a lay, of course, on the sly. Well, with the right tactics, isn’t snaring women as easy as luring the greedy, but one should use the right tools to handle those fleshy wares in their horny beds. Then, won’t it be a case of quick fixing them in wanton liaisons?’
‘But access makes all the difference between the conquest and failure, doesn’t it?’ he felt as he thought about his insatiate passions. ‘If not for the lack of that, wouldn’t I’ve laid every woman I’d ever fancied? Given half a chance, won’t women explore their passions in their paramours’ private parts? Invariably, it’s her man who turns out to be the hurdle in the path of her fulfillment. Why, one needs only to show a passing interest in the wife, and the husband can be expected to do the rest to put paid to it. Not content with shrouding his wife, he cold-shoulders the trespasser as if to nip his passion in the bud. It’s as though men are prone to policing their wives than husbanding them! And, as if to celebrate the poetic justice to their predicament, won’t women turn gleeful whenever they cuckold their caretakers?’