All Comments on 'A Civilized Cuckold,The Cunning Cad'

Good story. One error of fact, any passably successful banker would be earning many times more than the figures you used. his resignation pay off should have been at least 3 million.

WELL DONE!!! TONGUE DEEPLY IN CHEEK. HOWEVER, IT WAS MARK TWAIN WITH THE CIGAR COMMENT, NOT W.C. FIELDS.

For a guy from Southern Cali, this piece sounded very Brit. Very witty and dry Brit humor, oops, humour. Kudos to your editor Rachlou too! - a non-American/Brit

This one rates a true five plus. Please keep writing.

But in the following chapter we find that Sid is quite

aware of who is being cuckolded but needs her to help him to pick up money under the cover of Ben's trading! Around and round it goes

Well done - what else is there to say?

and this Caroline thanks you for portraying us with such wonderful wit.

Thats all I have to say.

Give Rudyard Kipling the credit for the quote -- he was British, after all

Again why you have to read all the stories no matter where you think it might go or you miss these little gems. Thanks and very well done!

found. Excellent job!

And that problem is normal everyday English people DO not talk like this. Go to Manchester, Newcastle ,liverpool, Eastend of london, the west country, where ever, and you will find NO ONE talks like people in this story. Only well educated stuck up snobs talk like the that. Your common man from say Derbyshire or Cornwall wouldn't dream of talking like that, and also if a joke was told in say London, and then retold in Birmingham you would get a different slant on the joke. The same can be applied to this story, if someone British wrote this story it would be completely different.

But apart from that it was a decent story just not as funny as people think.

I am chagrined, I am abashed, embarrassed to my very core. Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!

The quotation “A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke” is indeed from Kipling, from his (rather tongue-in-cheek) poem “The Betrothed.”

Now I'm am searching for my beaten up, well worn, falling apart into pieces, copy of “The Kipling Reader,” that I inherited from my father, to see if perhaps “The Betrothed” wasn't included, or if (as I suspect,) that once I had been gripped by “Gunga Din”, or “You'll Know You're a Man,” I simply missed it!

My only excuse is that the line HAS also been used in several occasions in old classic movies, hence my attribution to W.C. Fields!

Thank goodness for well-read readers to lead us back to the straight and narrow!

Well written, entertaining and FUN.

I thoroughly enjoyed your submission; you have a great sense of humour. I was stationed in the UK for 3 years when I was in the Air Force, at times some Brits can be entirely too civilized.

Some time back in 2008 you recommended I read this story. Suffice to say I didn't even realize I could get email from Litsters and well, years later I stumbled upon an email and a recommendation that if I liked that story I might also like this.

Three years after the recommendation, what would you know, I DID enjoy it! Thank you very much for the chuckle and the ever so oozingly British taste of erotica. Glorious. I've always had a thing for British humor and you captured the minutiae nicely.

with a stiff upper lip. TK U MLJ LV NV

A couple of errors not worth mentioning. A fairly clever story

And had Caroline followed. The Authorities never found their bodies. Sid lived happily ever after.

I like the way the last anon thinks. Alas and alack, considering this tale is in the Humor category. I find it hilarious. Basically, everyone was fucking everyone. And stealing each other blind. Actually if this was in LW I wouldn't have even considered reading.

Ephemerol. Savory and sweet. One feels as of one had read a personal log penned by a Victorian banker. Mayhap one existing in an adults only parody of Mary Poppins? Pairing that with the modern interconnected financial world, with its' interwebs fetish, does give one a rather odd taste in one's mouth. If one keeps at it, one presumable can grow accustomed it's musky, salty, faux British bollacks milk.

(I a dyslexic. I am typing on a smart phone, and hopelessly 'Murican, so if this joke wasn't pulled of to your satisfaction, then you can kiss my taunt yanky doodle and slap my salty stern with your sizable spotted dick.)