I climbed beside Jess and went to go to sleep. “Good night.”
To be continued? Indian sex “Your champagne sir,” the Clerk announced as he entered the room with a magnum of champagne and box of glasses. I sulked, one cannot always remain in the forefront of technology, the Darraq was he latest thing when I purchased it in nineteen three, but that damned Rolls chap had well and truly trumped it now and even my claim to enjoy superior reliability had now been shown to be a falsehood. Cuckolded
I would in all probability never have discovered that Jessica my darling wife had cucklded me with a cad and lothario, Bunty Broomstead to be precise, had my Darraq Motor-Car not broken down twix the Dog and Duck Inn and Hampstead New. “Capital Idea!” Dobbo exclaimed, “Let us go forth to Worthing and fetch her!”
“What?” I queried. “Change sides,” I ordered Jess, “This side stinks of Broomstead.”. A ten bob note loosened his tongue
“Mister and Mrs Smith,” the clerk said, “Mr Smith is a regular but he seems to bring a different Mrs Smith on every visit.”
“Slimy looking cove, tightwad, tight trousers, slicked down hair,” I ventured. We proceeded to the top floor not without incident as the elevator failed to elevate with our entireity aboard so some had to take to the stairs.
