Q. Dear Ben,
It hurts to admit it, but I’m to blame. I should have known what I was in for but, you see, I am a prime cut of humanity. Cut from the flank of charity and goodness, I cannot say no to a waif nor stray, even if their presence will greatly diminish my enjoyment. I know, I am too good for this meagre promontory on which we stand, so I will relate my problem and hope that you, great Ben, will alleviate my troubles.
I have known “John” for years. We met in the office and I was drawn to him, as he was so different from me. He was a grey, mousey sort, a little yellow around the gills. Well, it seemed that John was lacking…