and anyway the way she was leaking fluids she would need a drink, I checked my emails as I waited for the percolator to do it’s stuff and then as you do, I googled ‘Fucking Machines.’
There were thousands, but every one seemed contrived, were they real, direct acting shafts spearing into the girl. “Why? BeePorn “I reckon about fifteen hundred,” I said. “No,” I told her, “I’m going to manufacture Fucking Machines.”
“Oh,” she said, “Can I have one?”
“Minimum order is ten,” I informed her, “that’s two hundred thousand pounds.”
“I’ll test them then.” she said. I put the office phone down, and looked across the workshop, from my office perched high above the workshop floor the works a pale shadow of Great Grandfathers empire, just a general engineering works, metal fabrication, some machining, down to ten employees now, my sisters Joyce and Jane wanted to sell up when we inherited it when dad died but I held out, which is why they live like Millionaires and I do sixty hour weeks.
