“Then why you getting a hard on?” she asked, “You want me to wank your little cock instead?” she asked. “Till I’e had a kip and a feed,” Nozzer agreed, “Then game on round two.”
“In your dreams,” she replied, “Anyway we have to tell Daddy we’re engaged.”
Too late Nozzer sensed the trap, “Engaged? XXX He wandered up the Temple of Vesta to have a bit of banter with the “Vestal Virgins.”
There was a bit of a kerfuffle. “And that?” she asked. “Nah, rather fuck a camel,” Nozzer admitted. Analise offered up a silent prayer, Nozzer wasn’t the best catch but his bed beat sleeping on the cobblestones of the Autostrada. Analise gritted her teeth and slipped off her toga. “You are Analise?” he enquired. “What’s the point of that?” Nozzer asked some random bloke. “Bloody bitches have chucked me out, me dad will have a fit,” she stormed. “Call me Julie again and your head
