The Power of Testosterone

Darling D and I came down to the living room and discovered 10 young men in a state of undress. They were removing trendy clothes (they are, most of them, in rock goups and have an image to maintain) and changing into tatty stuff. We looked about ourselves in appreciation and inhaled the pheromones.

They charged out of the front door and disappeared.

We heard wild cries punctuated by gunfire from the small patch of forest at the corner of the estate belonging to the Chateau.

And then they returned:

Yes, it was a paintball battle and some were severely wounded, or, at least, were splattered with a bit of paint.

I thought no more of it until I went to collect the tomatoes from the nearby greenhouse and found that they had been strangely affected by the proximity of testosterone...

Surely it cannot be coincidence...