There are seven shoes and a pair of knickers deposited haphazardly onto the bar.Geraint watches Hermes push lemon slices around a silver serving tray with an olive fork. From an anteroom, the whoops and screams of their contemporaries can be heard through the closed doors as they rub citrus fruits into their eyes. A servant tips more sliced fruit over their writhing naked bodies into a paddling pool which has been placed there for the occasion. Geraint sighs, knowing he will not be able to lift Hermes from the black gulf of his depression. Instead he walks to the window to stare across the grounds. A pheasant is thrashing about on the lawn overlooking the sunken garden. Its neck is broken.
Geraint tips back his brandy and leaves Hermes to his dark contemplation, he stalks off to the library to compose several lines of verse.
(Geraint tips back his brandy and leaves Hermes to his dark contemplation, he stalks off to the library to compose several lines of verse.
Smallbrainfield,
Thu 12 Apr 2012, 12:58,
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I think I can just about masturbate to that
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discomeats This canoe,
Thu 12 Apr 2012, 12:59,
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My pedantry knows no bound's:D
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drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Thu 12 Apr 2012, 13:25,
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