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I ah, probably wouldn't have the balls to do this, myself. A healthy fear of things has kept me alive so far. The rule seems different here. In England, a King's Guard can talk and even move. Yelling at people who stand too close or touch their house. "STEP BACK!", "HANDS OFF", "DON'T TOUCH MY PEEPEE!" You know, the common shouts. Fintan seems to be a little too tipsy to sense any danger.

Me, I'd probably be too much of a wuss. I remember one time, about 20 years ago, I was at a convention. Had to take a leak. The loo was so crowded, and one urinal was open. Next to me was this handsome professor-looking gentleman with a beautiful, long full beard. Ivy hat and padded elbow jacket, the works.

Out of the side of my eye, I could see he had a hard-on. I looked, it was a very nice cock. I looked up and he was looking at me with this cheeky smile on his face.

What was I meant to do!? Drop to my knees in a crowded public loo and finish him off?

Yes, I proudly admit I am dim-witted when it comes to this sort of thing. It was still hot, though.

AAAaaany way.... Here is page 87 for ya! Next post is a double-pager... no dialogue.