Berie had prepared well, he grabbed Dotty’s wrists and pulled them around behind her before looping a rope tightly around them and then silenced her with a rubber ball pierced with many holes held by a strap which he fastened around her neck. “No, sex clubs, good lord, I thought you were a man’s man,” she said, “You know.”
“Good god no, no,” Bertie insisted, “No pretty wench every time.”
“Yet you don’t have a girlfriend?” she asked. That done Bertie removed his trousers and neatly folded them. Bertie drove carefully, “Is this the right way?” Dotty asked. “At the club, couple of gels, stark naked don’t cha know, kissing each other, lips everything, ninety nine,” he explained, “That’s kissing each other’s pussies head to toe.”
“I am not stupid,” Dotty replied, “I’m just shocked that you should, you know.”
“Go to clubs, yes, mother does everything possible to stop me hence my early escape,” he admitted.
