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[mini-thumper]

Well that's half the pages filled! What other drivel can I find to complete the job?

Boyd

PS Pat & Bruce don't take offense. Both your pieces by comparison are almost Shakespearian!

[guest29]

Okay fess up this must be a true story the characters seem vaguely familiar ............................................ 








or was it just another TC get together!!!!!!! 

[themoudie]

Group Hugs!

[robG]

Come on GC , digitus extractus ,your serve !

Rob .

[guest7]

The woman looked appalled at the scene. Her eyes became moist and she blurted out "why does this always happen to me?"
The landlord threw his arms around her and tried to console her. Other members of the group also came to comfort her, despite having to step over a vicious fight that had broken out between the two fallen men on the floor.
"Oh my goodness", she gasped as the theology student strode towards her, his robes flapping around his ankles, giving her glimpses of two strong hairy legs, "I hope you're not cold under there?"
"Me?" he replied, "cold?"
"well yes, you're not wearing trousers"
"I'm not wearing anything under here my good woman, it's just my bare skin against rough sackcloth"
"Really... doesn't it annoy you?"
"To be quite frank miss, I find it quite stimulating... ahem, what I mean is, I find a deeper pleasure in suffering in the name of our Lord"
"Does the Lord want us to suffer? Don't think I'm being rude, I have some idea of the satisfaction it gives you. Sometimes when I choose not to wear undergarments beneath my outer clothing and my bare flesh rubs against the sheer silk of my dress, I too feel a pleasure. do you think I am closer to our Lord at such times?"
"I, erm, I..." began the berobed man, "well, yes, indeed, erm, yes, perhaps... will you excuse me" At which he gathered his robes up in front of him and ran towards the door.
"What about cotton?" came a deep voice. Everyone stopped to look at the wild-haired man, his arm, still stuck in the spitoon, raised as if to strike a blow to the moustached man's head.
"I'm sorry?" said the woman.
"Well, what I means to say miss, is when you're neeked under clothes, do you get the same feeling when you're wearing say a lightweight cotton dress, its ever-so-slightly coarse texture gently rubbing against your, er, bits like?"
There was a murmer of agreement amongst the group. The woman looked nonplussed.
"Oh and what about heavy synthetic materials?" This time it was the techie man who had been eating his lamb from a bayonet. "when I used to scuba dive, I have to say, sometimes the feeling of stripping off and getting into a neoprene suit was quite... quite... nice, is that something you've done?"
"And..." said the Winston Churchill lookalike, "when it's really hot I often go out on my bike wearing my leathers with nothing on underneath and it's not as bad as you'd think. Do you ever wear leather?"
"Look at her" said the wild-haired man, "Does she look like one of them leather clad lads or lasses you're always carting around on your bike, you big tart. No I reckon our young miss prefers the willowy caress of a short skirt against your thighs, your bare legs warm under the sun"
"Your legs?" said the woman.
"Sorry miss?"
"You said your legs, not her legs" said the landlord
"Her legs, I meant her legs, what else would I mean?" With this he cast a desparate look down at the moustached man and then clouted him with the spitoon.
"Stop!" shouted the landlord, "this woman doesn't want to discuss all this nonsense"
"Oh don't I?" said the woman.

[robG]

' Tune in soon for the next exciting episode of the Flashing Thumper !' 

[mini-thumper]

Thanks for the title Mr. G. All I need now are some suitable images (similar to those in Sherlock Holmes novels). Ah, Google beckons!

Boyd