Prague
Prague is a lovely city. You should go.
I was there to celebrate a lucrative contract that I had negotiated.
I flew to Prague arriving mid afternoon.
“My secretary will meet you.” George, the boss, had told me.
She was waiting, auburn hair, a superb figure and a lovely blue silk dress.
“I’ve booked you into a hotel.” She smiled.
After dinner she said “I will take you to your hotel now.”
We arrived. “I’ll come in and check that everything is all right.”
“No need.” I said.
“George expects me to.” She insisted, and came up to my room.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do! I don’t know how you manage to resist all these tempting beauties! Most of the people I met in Prague were blokes, but they knew how to drink. Borovička, Becherovka, Hruskavice and of course Pilsen... became favourites of mine.
Prague is a fabulous city, but best these days when the tourists are at home in their own countries. Try the pub U Zlaty Tigra (The Golden Tiger) in the street Husova. Havel, Clinton and me have all supped there... and they only stop refilling your glass when you put your tally card on top of the glass. That’s understanding their customers! -
VerityAlways over 1 year ago
Added Prague to the list!
