...Then He Ate My Boy-Entrancers

“Come on, Jas, you do really want to know my plan, especially as it concerns you, my little hairy pally.” “I’m not hairy.” “Have it your own way, just don’t go near any circuses.” “Shut up. Go on then, tell me your plan.” “OK, this is it: when I go to Hamburger-a-gogo land… you come with me! Do you see? We will be like Thelma and Louise!” “We’re not called Thelma and Louise.” “I know that, I’m just saying we will be Like Them!” “And we’re not American. And neither of us can drive.” “Oh dear God. Jas, your spaceship has arrived. Please get in.”

When Masimo the Italian Stallion goes to visit relatives in America, Georgia is bolstered by the news that she and Mutti and Vati are off to Hamburger-a-gogo land as well. It’ll be the perfect opportunity for Georgia to partake of a long holiday snogathon with the man of her dreams. But after a week in America, Georgia only succeeds in learning importantish things — like how to ride a bucking bronco — before she’s dragged back to England. Will Georgia be able to reel in the Italian dreamboat of her fantasies? Or is she destined to live forever all aloney on her owney?

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