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Emma dislikes him with passion she can barely hide. But sadly, she wasn’t with me. So I couldn’t avoid a brief conversation with local lothario Sion Fychan on Monday night while waiting for other lodge members to arrive. For fifteen long minutes, we were the only two in the pub, the barmaid having nipped out the back for a smoke. Sion asked where Emma was and, to my credit, I didn’t tell him that I would not be talking to him if she had been with me. I explained that daughter Eva was staying with us. “How many children do you have?” he asked. When I answered “One” he smirked his ugly smirk and asked “Why’s that? Didn’t you enjoy it?” He’s such a wit. By his own admission, Fychan has fathered at least five children, to at least three local women. And to his mind, apparently, this proves that he enjoys and gets “it” more often more than Emma and I do. Which begs the question why does he spend so much time alone propping up the bar. Just to please him, I asked “How many do you have - at the last count?” “Five that I know of,” he said, with a shrug of his shoulders. “So you’ve had sex at least five times then,” I suggested, “or maybe six.”
Emma dislikes him with passion she can barely hide. But sadly, she wasn’t with me. So I couldn’t avoid a brief conversation with local lothario Sion Fychan on Monday night while waiting for other lodge members to arrive. For fifteen long minutes, we were the only two in the pub, the barmaid having nipped out the back for a smoke. Sion asked where Emma was and, to my credit, I didn’t tell him that I would not be talking to him if she had been with me. I explained that daughter Eva was staying with us. “How many children do you have?” he asked. When I answered “One” he smirked his ugly smirk and asked “Why’s that? Didn’t you enjoy it?” He’s such a wit. By his own admission, Fychan has fathered at least five children, to at least three local women. And to his mind, apparently, this proves that he enjoys and gets “it” more often more than Emma and I do. Which begs the question why does he spend so much time alone propping up the bar. Just to please him, I asked “How many do you have - at the last count?” “Five that I know of,” he said, with a shrug of his shoulders. “So you’ve had sex at least five times then,” I suggested, “or maybe six.” 
