That’s because they have no conscience. That’s why they never keep their word, unless it somehow benefits them. There are no female exceptions to ...he malady of remorselessness which affects one hundred percent of the female population. I’m sorry. I truly am. I wish things were different. You have no idea how much. However, the truth must be told. There are no good women on the planet. Simply because women have no conscience. You have a better chance of meeting a unicorn in New York City. Just. He half-grinned over at her and said:"Okay, Carrot-top, let's hear it before you explode."Carol couldn't help but giggle as she brushed her strawberry- blonde tresses behind her shoulders and leaned forward eagerly; in the three years of their marriage she had never been able to hide from him her natural exuberance that choice excitement aroused in her. Lord, the lovable darling could read her like a book."All right," she said with enthusiasm, "and brace yourself, Honey. I heard Max Keele. He was rugged in a manner men nowadays weren’t accustomed to. That’s what the girl with the golden ring loved about him. To her, he was macho and unforgiving in his dusty, worn blue jeans and a relaxed long sleeve shirt. He even wore one of those green aviator jackets with the orange lining. God, she loved him in that. He was what women loved about a man in uniform. She knew it the first time she saw him hosing down Engine 18 outside the local station house. Her uncle was a firefighter back in. There were two long conversations with Douglass during this time. She wrote him a long letter, enclosing some photographs taken during her film project - pictures of her relaxing with the rest of the crew. His business in the USA, was progressing well and he expected to be back in a few weeks' time. They had agreed to waste no more time messing about. Marriage had been agreed on! Veronica had already started to organise the wedding. She was feeling happier than she could ever remember.And then.