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Behind the Iron Curtain #5

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I turn to her, a vision in white. A white blouse and that white knife pleated skirt. She has such a cute, petal shaped face surrounded by softly curled blonde hair. Blue eyes smiling at me.

“Of course,” I reply, “what would you like?”

“Whatever are you having.’

“Gin and Tonic.”

“I’ll have the same, please.” She smiles at me. “I’ll go and wake up the barman, he won’t come over whilst I am here.”

I can only watch in admiration as she walks to the bar, speaks to the barman then comes back smiling, her skirt moulding round her.

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    Neville Hunt 6 months ago

    You’re selling her well!

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    Richard Hunt 6 months ago

    Doing my best, after all, she was there for buying.

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    Neville Hunt 6 months ago

    And she seems to have been selling herself rather well too.... but I suspect not well enough.
    It reminds me of the old joke...
    Q. “Gee, how dooo you get into those tight trousers?”
    A. “Well you start by buying me a gin and tonic!”

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    Richard Hunt 6 months ago

    Didn't turn out to be the problem ... videmus!

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    Neville Hunt 6 months ago

    Videmus quidem!

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    Neville Hunt 6 months ago

    (Sorry readers... if this does seem a bit Borisish!🥴)

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