Honey Trap Enterprises

By Jason Cosnett

'As you are probably aware there are now quite a number of organisations like ours to choose from. The marketplace has really opened up these past few years, but I’m confident you will see that Honey Trap Enterprises has both the credentials and success rate to make it your business of choice.
' Now then- you’ll also be wondering about where and when we surprise the cheating partner. Let me begin by assuring you first of all that we only ever enact the final stage of proceedings in a safe and secure place, such as a hotel room or parked car. These photos give you an idea of how our agents work in public venues, but a kiss and cuddle can still be construed as fidelity. A man’s greatest weakness is his desire to get naked with a member of the opposite sex, and we ensure we have him exactly in that position before moving in.'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Cosnett
• Release date: Feb 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463594179

Jason Cosnett

There's a guy in the place who's got a bittersweet faceAnd he goes by the name of Ebeneezer GoodeHis friends call him 'Ezeer and he is the main geezerAnd he'll vibe up the place like no other man couldHe's refined, sublime, he makes you feel fineThough very much maligned and misunderstood

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Honey Trap Enterprises

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Copyright 2019 Jason Cosnett

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

Mrs Bronwyn Dawson had specifically booked Fraser’s on Allenby Street because of the very private booths at the back of the coffee shop. The booths were popular with young couples who wanted some quiet time over a latte or perhaps something a little stronger, and were designed with three’s a crowd in mind. Mrs Dawson had only used one of the booths once before when a close friend had some very important- and scandalous- news to share, and so it was the ideal setting for today’s little meeting.

Bronwyn was fifty-two, though she was ageing gracefully and looked much closer to a woman of forty. She had always prided herself with her appearance; she took vitamins daily, exercised regularly, and always ensured her weight never tipped over sixty-five kilos, even if it meant skipping a few hearty meals for a day or so. She had shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes and a dainty button nose that was a trademark inheritance from her mother’s side. Her natural pale complexion meant there was little need to wear makeup, though today she had treated herself to some light touches of non-smear eye-shadow and lip gloss. It was a special occasion, after all.

She was thinking of ordering another coffee when a tall young woman with dark hair and thin face approached the booth. A large shoulder case was loosely slung across one arm.

‘Mrs Dawson?’

‘Yes. Abigail Watson?’ Bronwyn responded.

‘That’s right. Pleased to meet you.’ Bronwyn rose from her chair and they shook hands.