I look across the pool at my beautiful trophy girlfriend, as I frivolously take the corkscrew to a third bottle of Chateu Lafite Rothschild.
I donât even like it, but I know itâs expensive and my ability to waste money seems to be an aphrodisiac to her, sitting there on a sun lounger.
Her regal little asshole chihuahua makes her look like a beautiful underdressed Bond villain, open robed with ...