Another Reservoir Of Delight

“Where are you man?” she asked when I slipped out of her and lit a L&M Red Label.

I took a cold Stella Artois out of the fridge and poured myself a J&B. Straight. No ice. A blend of the purest old Scotch whiskies.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, “I was just wondering if being an aristocrat in hell beats being a slave in heaven.”


“Yes. I know. By the way, you can have a shower if you want but then you’ll have to leave. I’m watching the World Championship cycling today.”

“You are such an asshole.”

For once I didn’t reply.

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