A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestured
alluringly to The bartender who approached her immediately. She seductively
signaled That he should bring his face closer to hers. As he did, she gently
Caressed his full beard. 'Are you the manager?' she asked, softly
stroking his face with both hands.
'Actually, no,' he replied.
'Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,' she said, running
her Hands beyond his beard and into his hair. 'I'm afraid I can't,' breathed
the bartender.. 'Is there anything I can Do?'
'Yes. I need you to give him a message,' she continued, running her
Forefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple of her
Fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. 'What should I
tell him?' the bartender managed to say. 'Tell him,' she whispered, 'There's
no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper
Towels in the ladies room.'
alluringly to The bartender who approached her immediately. She seductively
signaled That he should bring his face closer to hers. As he did, she gently
Caressed his full beard. 'Are you the manager?' she asked, softly
stroking his face with both hands.
'Actually, no,' he replied.
'Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,' she said, running
her Hands beyond his beard and into his hair. 'I'm afraid I can't,' breathed
the bartender.. 'Is there anything I can Do?'
'Yes. I need you to give him a message,' she continued, running her
Forefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple of her
Fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. 'What should I
tell him?' the bartender managed to say. 'Tell him,' she whispered, 'There's
no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper
Towels in the ladies room.'
