candle light. Dark haunting globes. She fixes them on me. Starts a staring match. Wins after nine seconds. And throws her head back, shakes her hair. Her dimensions all bigger than mine go written around in the inside of my head.
‘You don’t mind me asking are you queer.’
‘I beg your pardon.’
‘You heard me. Are you queer.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Well I’m waiting.’
‘O.’
‘You know what I’m talking about. Have you not ever heard the expression give the man in the bed a woman.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Well do you want me to get into the bed or don’t you.’
‘Sure. Do please, get in.’
‘I’ll take off this old yoke on me.’
‘Wow.’
‘Ha ha. Grrrrrr. How’s that.’
‘O boy.’
‘I’m freezing too. Move over. Linen sheets and pillow cases with embroidery. You’re a plutocrat. Them dungeons down there. Chains and shackles on the walls. Rats running all over the place. You and your predecessors must have had a grand time incarcerating the poor natives, whipping and starving them down there, stealing all the land you could get your greedy bloody hands on. What am I doing in this bed with the likes of you.’
‘I didn’t do anything to the natives. I just got here.’
‘Well it’s on your head. You’ve got the features of a cruel landlord. Written all over you. When the insurgents get here. The likes of you will be made quick work of I can tell you.’
‘Insurgents.’
‘You bet insurgents. The army of insurrection. Get your elbow out of me tit like that. What do you think this is.’
‘I don’t know, I’m sure. Obviously there’s been a misunderstanding. ’
‘Have you got more port.’
‘The decanter’s right there.’
‘Well I’ll help myself then.’
Clementine adjusting his sky blue skull cap. Keeps away the night air’s unfavourable effect upon the roots of the hair. A tuft of which in vigorous black grows under Rose’s oxster. Wouldn’t stand a chance in combat with her. The biggest exprisoner was lifted right up off his toes trying to choke her with a headlock from behind. Wish fervently this most painful erection one sports would go down in case she decides to wrench it off. Before the insurgents get here. And do it.
‘Rose would you mind pouring me a glass as well, please.’
‘Take mine why don’t you and I’ll fill another. Would you mind telling me what them things are up there on the wall.’
‘Pulley’s for raising and lowering the iron door.’
‘The insurgents will make quick work of that.’
‘Do you happen to know when they’re coming.’
‘If I did what would I tell you for. I know the commandant personally.’
‘Do you think he will take exception to me.’
‘How should I know. But one person in this enormous place. With whole families having to live in one room.’
‘At the moment there are about sixteen people here. Not including the dog, the pig and a collection of snakes.’
‘Ah I love those mambas.’
‘They’re deadly snakes.’
‘I’m injected against harm from them. Look at me arm. The scars. And soon they’ll be more they’re breeding to let them loose in the fields. You’ll be free of the rats.’
‘And out of my mind with mambas.’
‘You’re a funny sort. Rigged up like that to go to sleep. For myself now I’m fond of nakedness. Been photographed back sides and front by Erconwald. He fancies himself as a photographer. Before I entered the singing contest he followed me all over town. If I was having coffee he would sit at a nearby table taking notes. Finally in the lobby of a hotel he steps out from behind a pillar and introduces himself. I laughed in his face. He says to me, ah madam permit me to make myself known from behind this architectural embellishment. Didn’t he leap out at me. With a goat-like delicacy using these light footed floating side steps. Down on one knee he goes. Holding out to me a ring he has in the centre of a little tray. Wasn’t everyone in
‘You don’t mind me asking are you queer.’
‘I beg your pardon.’
‘You heard me. Are you queer.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Well I’m waiting.’
‘O.’
‘You know what I’m talking about. Have you not ever heard the expression give the man in the bed a woman.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Well do you want me to get into the bed or don’t you.’
‘Sure. Do please, get in.’
‘I’ll take off this old yoke on me.’
‘Wow.’
‘Ha ha. Grrrrrr. How’s that.’
‘O boy.’
‘I’m freezing too. Move over. Linen sheets and pillow cases with embroidery. You’re a plutocrat. Them dungeons down there. Chains and shackles on the walls. Rats running all over the place. You and your predecessors must have had a grand time incarcerating the poor natives, whipping and starving them down there, stealing all the land you could get your greedy bloody hands on. What am I doing in this bed with the likes of you.’
‘I didn’t do anything to the natives. I just got here.’
‘Well it’s on your head. You’ve got the features of a cruel landlord. Written all over you. When the insurgents get here. The likes of you will be made quick work of I can tell you.’
‘Insurgents.’
‘You bet insurgents. The army of insurrection. Get your elbow out of me tit like that. What do you think this is.’
‘I don’t know, I’m sure. Obviously there’s been a misunderstanding. ’
‘Have you got more port.’
‘The decanter’s right there.’
‘Well I’ll help myself then.’
Clementine adjusting his sky blue skull cap. Keeps away the night air’s unfavourable effect upon the roots of the hair. A tuft of which in vigorous black grows under Rose’s oxster. Wouldn’t stand a chance in combat with her. The biggest exprisoner was lifted right up off his toes trying to choke her with a headlock from behind. Wish fervently this most painful erection one sports would go down in case she decides to wrench it off. Before the insurgents get here. And do it.
‘Rose would you mind pouring me a glass as well, please.’
‘Take mine why don’t you and I’ll fill another. Would you mind telling me what them things are up there on the wall.’
‘Pulley’s for raising and lowering the iron door.’
‘The insurgents will make quick work of that.’
‘Do you happen to know when they’re coming.’
‘If I did what would I tell you for. I know the commandant personally.’
‘Do you think he will take exception to me.’
‘How should I know. But one person in this enormous place. With whole families having to live in one room.’
‘At the moment there are about sixteen people here. Not including the dog, the pig and a collection of snakes.’
‘Ah I love those mambas.’
‘They’re deadly snakes.’
‘I’m injected against harm from them. Look at me arm. The scars. And soon they’ll be more they’re breeding to let them loose in the fields. You’ll be free of the rats.’
‘And out of my mind with mambas.’
‘You’re a funny sort. Rigged up like that to go to sleep. For myself now I’m fond of nakedness. Been photographed back sides and front by Erconwald. He fancies himself as a photographer. Before I entered the singing contest he followed me all over town. If I was having coffee he would sit at a nearby table taking notes. Finally in the lobby of a hotel he steps out from behind a pillar and introduces himself. I laughed in his face. He says to me, ah madam permit me to make myself known from behind this architectural embellishment. Didn’t he leap out at me. With a goat-like delicacy using these light footed floating side steps. Down on one knee he goes. Holding out to me a ring he has in the centre of a little tray. Wasn’t everyone in
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