There are women in the world. There are men in the world. And there are beasts. What do you do if you marry a beast? Kissing them didn’t always help. And beasts are crafty. They disguise themselves like you and I. Like the wolf in ‘Little Red Riding Hood’. Why had no one told me? Did that mean no one else knew? Did that mean that all over the globe, in all innocence, women were marrying beasts?
