Miss Fitzwilliams was in a side room with Madame Wazzo and a girl and some ugly French brute. Porn “Begging your pardon sah,” I said, “If you don’t make Miss Drace an offer I shall shoot off your bollocks one by one before I put your appendage in a mangle and flatten it sah, begging your indulgence sah.”
“What?” he asked uncredulously. “He got a tart in there!” he said. “Someone must have slipped strong spirits into my glass my beloved,” he lied. She looked confused, overwhelmed almost, but her usual confidence had somehow crumbled and the shell of invulnerability had fallen away as she lay helpless to stop herself racing towards an orgasmic climax which came in a flurry of gasps and whimpers as if catching her unawares and with it I reached the peak of Kilimanjaro, the edge of the Niagra
