I know the truth about Abs...he's like me. He pretends otherwise, but the bitch stole my red high-heels and crimson gym slip when he walked out. I almost caught him at the airport but he got away in the end. At least I have the satisfaction of knowing he lost his luggage, because I saw an amazingly handsome guy going through it under the watchful eye of a customs official. When I saw him holding out our 18" slexible tube to the customs chap, I decided just to leave it. Bad cess to Abs anyway, and I hope his you'know'whats are chafing more than ever.