CONFESSION OF A LADY Duringlunchat work last week, I ate 3 plates ofbeans (which I know I shouldn't).When I got home, my husbandseemedexcited to see me and exclaimed delightedly; Darling I have asurprisefor dinner tonight. He thenblindfoldedme andled me to my chair at thedinner table. I took a seat and just ashe was about to remove myblindfold,the telephone rang. He made mepromise not to touch the blindfolduntil he returned and went to answerthe call. The beans I had consumedwas still affecting me and thepressurewas becoming unbearable, so whilemy husband was out of the room Iseizedthe opportunity, shifted my weighttoone leg and let one go. It was notonly loud, but it smelled like a fertilizertruck running over a skunk in frontofagarbage dump! I took my napkinfrommy lap and fanned the air around mevigorously. Then, shifting to theotherleg, I ripped off three more. Thestinkwas worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned totheconversation in the other room,Iwenton releasing atomicbombs like thisfor another few minutes. The pleasurewasindescribable! Eventually thetelephone farewells signalled theendof my freedom, so I quickly fanned theair a few more times with mynapkin,placed it on my lap and folded myhands back on it feeling veryrelieved and pleased with myself. My facemusthave been the picture of innocencewhen my husband returned,apologizing for taking so long. Heasked me if I had peeked through theblindfold, and I assured him I hadnot.At this point, he removed theblindfold. To my utmost surprise,twelve dinner, guests including his Mum and Dad,were seated aroundthe table, with hand holding theirnoses.Please if you were in myshoeswhat would you Do ;DCONFESSION OF A LADY Duringlunchat work last week, I ate 3 plates ofbeans (which I know I shouldn't).When I got home, my husbandseemedexcited to see me and exclaimed delightedly; Darling I have asurprisefor dinner tonight. He thenblindfoldedme andled me to my chair at thedinner table. I took a seat and just ashe was about to remove myblindfold,the telephone rang. He made mepromise not to touch the blindfolduntil he returned and went to answerthe call. The beans I had consumedwas still affecting me and thepressurewas becoming unbearable, so whilemy husband was out of the room Iseizedthe opportunity, shifted my weighttoone leg and let one go. It was notonly loud, but it smelled like a fertilizertruck running over a skunk in frontofagarbage dump! I took my napkinfrommy lap and fanned the air around mevigorously. Then, shifting to theotherleg, I ripped off three more. Thestinkwas worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned totheconversation in the other room,Iwenton releasing atomicbombs like thisfor another few minutes. The pleasurewasindescribable! Eventually thetelephone farewells signalled theendof my freedom, so I quickly fanned theair a few more times with mynapkin,placed it on my lap and folded myhands back on it feeling veryrelieved and pleased with myself. My facemusthave been the picture of innocencewhen my husband returned,apologizing for taking so long. Heasked me if I had peeked through theblindfold, and I assured him I hadnot.At this point, he removed theblindfold. To my utmost surprise,twelve dinner, guests including his Mum and Dad,were seated aroundthe table, with hand holding theirnoses.Please if you were in myshoeswhat would you Do pls forgive ma english