“A flush!” he said delightedly. XXX I longed for the local hostelry where the landlords buxom daughter accomodated my every whim for a small consideration, or Broughton or Flaxley or Harrogate, especially Harrogate where in the smart houses of the Madames lay girls beautiful enough to be courtesans in Paris who often were mine, for a rather larger consideration admittedly, and no chance of rebuttal what ever. Her golden hair cascaded to her shapely neck as I ground my self against her buttocks in a malestrom of urgency. “Very well,” I conceded wearily and I dragged myself upon her and her fingers guided me easily within her. “So it seems Mr Hendrick wins the hand,” I said amiably enough, “As your other bets are void.”
“Hold hard you young whipper snapper!” Marchington declared, “It is not your place!”
“That’s just it, as of today it is my place,
