"Well, no," Lt. Lawrence replied. "The higher-ups want me to organize the Arabs into a guerilla fighting force to go against those blighters, the Otto...an Turks. I figured this is the best way to attract those Arab blokes' attention before I can pitch the sale. Watch this." The British army officer turned the crank on a Victrola a few revolutions and set a record to playing a lively Middle Eastern dance tune. He struck a seductive pose and began to sway his hips and undulate his belly in time to. After some time I had to shift my hips a little. My testicles were tightening and I had to lay my hands on mom's shoulders because my legs suddenly twitched.Mom looked up at me and made a questioning sound: "Mh-h?"I looked back at her and softly whispered: "I think it's working, mom. I can feel it."Mom accelerated the rhythm and tried to patiently keep it on without getting tired. Her hands were on my thighs and around her neck she was wearing the necklace my sister had given to her. It was a. The phone rang. It was Angela, the butch from Ernie’s. ‘Ernie gave me your number. I know this is short notice but I need to ask you a favour. I’m going to a reception tomorrow night and I need a partner. Do you have an evening dress?’ It transpired that Angie was a minor diplomat and the reception was for some visiting dignitary. ‘Low rank or they wouldn’t be sending me.’ That sounded like a little false modesty to me but I agreed. Why wouldn’t I? ‘Why me.’ ‘You’d look good on my arm and it. I jus' gotta ask. Will ya marry me?"Now, I want everybody to know that I can be as proper as the next girl, but this was too much for me. I shouted, "YES!" and grabbed Alan in a kiss that you wouldn't believe. It wasn't one of those chaste, closed mouth kisses that you give your great aunt, either. From the look on Alan's face, you'd think that I had tried to swallow his whole face. Well, maybe I had. I really ain't quite sure. I was so happy that I damned near busted a seam. I dragged Alan in.