Lord Borr raised his cane and threatened to bang those grubby little hands this boy had the staff table. "You are an ungrateful little snot! Do you have a table? Will you be fed? The Minister has provided! YOU WILL BE GRATEFUL!" Lord Borr spared no spit in his mini speech. "I've given you advice: BUILD YOUR OWN TABLE if you find the Minister's table inadequate!" Lord Borr took a deep, shuddering breath. It was wheezy and phlegmish. "I'd like to invite you to my private lounge, Mr. Wendleworth. When classes start up."
__________________  Someone unimportant whose name slips my memory made this signature. Twas Lady Borr who did it, sir! Boor's bringin' sexy back and yall just hatin' Kingston: Marry me my lord. We're perfect for each other. |