Gibe and T were asleep at home in London. It was the middle of the night. Gibe was a prop forward for a well know rubgy team. He is a tall and powerfully built man.

T gave Gibe a gentle shove.

‘Did you hear that?’

Gibe was fast asleep so she gave him another shove.

‘Did you hear that?’

‘Hear what?’

‘I think there’s someone downstairs’.

‘Oh’.

‘Go downstairs and have a look’.

‘Why?, it’s much warmer here’.

‘Please go downstairs and check’.

Reluctantly Gibe got out of bed and without putting on the light pulled on his bathrobe. He groped for the baseball bat under the bed, grabbed it in his right hand, and walked across the bedroom to the landing at the top of the stairs.

Just as he was thinking what to do next he heard a noise.

He looked down the staircase to see a huge Blackman coming up the stairs carrying their video under one arm.

He wasn’t exactly awake and was trying to work out what to do next, when the Blackman screamed, dropped the video, turned around and ran back down the stairs and disappeared into the sitting room.

Slightly surprised, but secretly pleased at the effect of his manly physique, Gibe cautiously went down stairs to make sure he’d left the house. He found an open window with a broken pane showing where he’d boken in and just left.

As he started to wake up a it more started to feel more confident. He went back upstairs.

T was still in bed.

‘What happened? I heard a scream and was terrified’.

‘Darling, you’ll be so proud of me. I got to the top of the stairs and as I stood there this huge Blackman looked up at me, took one look at my manly, intimidating physique, screamed, dropped the video and ran away.’

T couldn’t quite handle the thought of a huge Blackman being being intimidated by her husband. It just didn’t seem quite right.

She turned the light on to have another look at him. May be she’s been underestimating him after all these years.

He was standing beside the bed. She took one look and collapsed into hysterical laughter.

There was her manly hero.

He was standing with his legs slightly apart. His equipment swaying manfully in full view below the fluffy pink trim of the bottom of her negligee. He had put on her very short nightdress by mistake in the dark.

The burglar had looked up to see this very strange man carrying a baseball bat, dressed in a frilly, fluffy pink nightgown that ended at his waist. His willy and balls were dangling in the breeze. The burglar's first thoughts must have simply been to get out of the house alive.