बार डांसर की गर्म मालिश और उसके बाद की रोमांचक रात

“Satisfaction sir!” he said, “A duel!”
“Indeed?” I enquired, “Why?”
“You ravished my wench!” he insisted, “Choose your weapon!”
“Prongs at dawn!” Algy suggested. “So you are not dead?” an unfriendly female voice boomed around inside my skull. XXX “Pinkerton, where is Pinkerton,” he demanded his piggy little eyes bulging through immensely thick eyeglasses framed in the thickest frames I ever regaled as he bent his head up to comensate for his arched back and stumpy thick legs and a belly witness to seventy years and more of drinking and eating to excess. “Oh?” Bobby declared, “Dash it that’s a tad unsporting what with the duke having his heart set.”
“Ah well,” I said, “When it comes to estates they will always be trumped by the prong.”
“Easy for you to say Pinkers,” Sam Verney chipped in, “But what about those of us with human size prongs not the bollocks of a prize bull.”
“Well that’s hardly my problem is it?” I informed them and I tucked into my brunch while wondering