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After the Divorce I gazed across the restaurant with a feeling of satisfaction as I watched the ‘hostess’s’ bottom wiggle its way towards the kitchen, the wiggle was accentuated by the white fluffy cottontail affixed to her costume, and the high heels she was wearing. I say ‘she’, but actually it was my ex-husband. At last my lazy, selfish toerag of an ex-husband, who had sponged off me for almost our entire marriage, had a proper, full-time job. Even if it was as a hostess at the Rabbit Warren, locked into a female bodysuit 24/7 and dressed in the classic Playboy Bunny costume. And the best thing was, three quarters – no, actually it as about two thirds – of his salary would go to pay the instalments on the lump sum order which the Divorce Court had awarded me. The Rabbit Warren, in case you don’t know, is a restaurant chain where all the waitresses, called ‘hostesses’, wear Bunny costumes, and are all, would you believe it, really men wearing the latest hi-tech bodysuits. Amazing! My