" My drivers are gonna kick your ass, boy!" Russ said, fairly seriously. "Minimum requirements for a bachelor party, as far as those sonsabitches are ...oncerned is unlimited beer, and a healthy serving of tits and ass!"Conversation switched other subjects -- like Jim's slice that found deep rough -- but a couple of synapses were firing off in the reptilian part of my brain that always precedes some of Yvonne's best adventures. Driving home, those thoughts crystalized into a short series of. . Now trust me when I tell you that these are few and far between. Those of you that actually ‘know me’ will vouch for me when I say I have an almost unquenchable thirst… but on this occasion I, myself, of my own free will (brace yourselves for this revelation people)… I tapped out! I could probably count on one hand how often this has happened. So well done there Mr ‘Durexcell’ well-played!!!Obviously this was worthy of a follow-up but finding a mutually agreeable date AND location was. That will be all for tonight." With that he reaches behind him bringing forward a very soft and comforting robe which had been lying on a table close by and wraps it gently around me. I step back and pull it together in the front bringing my eyes back up to meet his. He reaches up cupping my chin lightly. "Just remember Sassy all you have to do is just do what I say and you will get through this, and I promise you it will be worth it" He points toward a room and tells her. "You may go."You. ‘Anyway, I don’t imagine Grace and Favour would be too shocked, do you?’ ‘There might be other guests in the restaurant!’ Lana put her arm around my neck. ‘Then best you keep a tight grip on it, isn’t it?’ With that she led me out of the room and down the stairs of the quaint old building to the restaurant. Phoebe/Favour was bustling around a number of customers. We were shown to our table and Phoebe offered us a pre-prandial drink (not complimentary we assumed) before laying our napkins.