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My Uncle Oswald

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'But you didn't skip it?'

'No,' she said. 'I gave him the chocolate.'

'Why?'

'Because in some ways they're easier to handle when they're under the influence. They don't quite know what they're doing.'

'Did the chocolate work well?'

'It always works well,' she said. 'But this was a double dose so it worked better.'

'How much better?'

'Buggers are different,' she said.

'I believe you.'

'You see,' she said, 'when an ordinary man is driven crazy by the Beetle, all he wants to do is to rape the woman on the spot. But when a bugger is driven crazy by the powder, his first thought is not to start buggering right away. He begins by making violent grabs for the other fellow's pizzle.'

'A bit awkward, that.'

'Very,' Yasmin said. 'I knew that if I let him come near enough to grab me, all he'd get in his hand would be a squashed banana.'

'So what did you do?'

'I kept jumping out of the way,' she said. 'And in the end, of course, it became a chase with him chasing me all round the room and knocking things over right and left.'

'Rather strenuous.'

'Yes, and in the middle of it all the door opened and there stood that dreadful little maid again. "Monsieur Proust," she said, "all this exercise is bad for your asthma."

' "Get out!" he yelled. "Get out, you witch!"'

'I imagine she's fairly used to that sort of thing.'

'I'm sure she is,' Yasmin said. 'Anyway, there was a round table in the middle of the room and so long as I stayed close to it I knew he couldn't catch me. Many a girl has been saved from a dirty old man by a round table. The trouble was he seemed to be enjoying this part of it, and soon I got to thinking that a good old chase around the room was probably an essential preliminary for those chaps.'

'A sort of pipe-opener.'

'Right,' she said. 'And he kept saying things to me as we circled round and round the table.'

'What sort of things?'

'Dirty stuff,' she said. 'Not worth repeating. By the way, putting that banana in was a mistake.'

'Why?'

'Too big a bulge,' she said. 'He noticed it at once. And all the time he was chasing me round the table, he kept pointing at it and singing its praises. I was longing to tell him it was just a silly old banana from the Ritz Hotel, but that wasn't on. It was driving him up the wall that banana, and the Blister Beetle was hitting him harder every second, and suddenly I had another problem on my hands. How in God's name, I thought, am I going to get the rubbery thing on him before he jumps me? I couldn't exactly say it was a necessary precaution, could I?'

'Not really.'

'I mean after all, what earthly reason had I even to be carrying the bloody thing?'

'Tricky,' I said. 'Very tricky. How did you get out of it?'

'In the end I said to him, "Do you want me, Monsieur Proust?"

' "Yes! he screamed. "I want you more than anyone in my life! Stop running! "



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