He was as duplicitous as he was handsome, and proud to have left a trail of broken hearts.
He set his eyes on country-bred Kate and wooed her singlemindedly. Sure of victory, he became bored, but decided to relieve her of her virginity before moving on.
Set on seduction, he bowed over her hand, and nibbled on the skin of her palm.
Somehow the evening didn’t quite end as he had planned.
Is hard to feel seductive when you wake up on a park bench dressed in a tutu and with a placard round your neck reading: