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“Will you be alright if I nip to the loo,” asked Mark Slate.
He and his partner, April Dancer, had just concluded a rendezvous with a contact, but the bar they were in wasn’t exactly pleasant. The patrons were friendly enough. Most were a little too friendly around the classy red-head.
“I’ll be fine, Darling,” she replied. “Just don’t be too long.”
When Mark retuned, he found April re-touching her face powder while, at her feet, a man writhed in agony. He was clutching at his ‘family jewels’.
“Everything okay, Luv?”
“Absolutely lovely!” April told him brightly. “Shall we go?”
.
He and his partner, April Dancer, had just concluded a rendezvous with a contact, but the bar they were in wasn’t exactly pleasant. The patrons were friendly enough. Most were a little too friendly around the classy red-head.
“I’ll be fine, Darling,” she replied. “Just don’t be too long.”
When Mark retuned, he found April re-touching her face powder while, at her feet, a man writhed in agony. He was clutching at his ‘family jewels’.
“Everything okay, Luv?”
“Absolutely lovely!” April told him brightly. “Shall we go?”
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