Jim died when he drank three gallons of what tasted like home made wine but was actually rocket fuel for Georges Rocket and his mum died of Clap through working nights in underground Brothel in Barnstoneworth Pit to pay for him to learn engineering at Mining Academy. I got better things to do with my time than pleasuring that lazy cow.”
“By heck Arthur you always did have a silver tongue” announced Mrs Cleghorn from behind her blanket. XXX Show him our patent Water Closet, Josie and sort him out.”
Josie took George by the hand and led him to the cubicle, he was unfamilliar with the technology, but Josie bolted the door and soon she had his breeches around his knees and was kissing the moist purple helmet of his manhood. “Mr Stephenson is here sir”
Arthur Cleghorn was a self made man, a man of vision, a modern man, a man prepared to embrace modern technology to
