revenge
revenge
A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a
quiet, rural pub.
She
gestures
alluringly to the bartender who comes over
immediately.
When he arrives, she seductively signals that he
should bring his
face
closer to hers. When he does she begins to
gently caress his full
beard.
"Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking
his face with
both
hands.
"Actually, no," the man replied. "Can you get
him for me? I need
to
speak
to
him" she says, running her hands beyond his
beard and into his
hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender.
"Is there anything
I can
do?"
"Yes, there is. I need you to give him a
message," she continues,
running
her forefinger across the bartender's lips 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 manages
to say.
"Tell him," she whispers "there is no toilet
paper, hand soap, or
paper
towels in the women's bathroom...."
quiet, rural pub.
She
gestures
alluringly to the bartender who comes over
immediately.
When he arrives, she seductively signals that he
should bring his
face
closer to hers. When he does she begins to
gently caress his full
beard.
"Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking
his face with
both
hands.
"Actually, no," the man replied. "Can you get
him for me? I need
to
speak
to
him" she says, running her hands beyond his
beard and into his
hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender.
"Is there anything
I can
do?"
"Yes, there is. I need you to give him a
message," she continues,
running
her forefinger across the bartender's lips 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 manages
to say.
"Tell him," she whispers "there is no toilet
paper, hand soap, or
paper
towels in the women's bathroom...."








