Lord Borr looked from young Mr. Jones to Mr. Wendleworth. "You should be taking notes, son. This one," Lord Borr," knows the way things work. You'll be the leader of this Lounge," Lord Borr announced. "You'll be...," Lord Borr paused to consider the perfect title. His face spread into a wicked grin. "You'll be Borr's Leading Lad. And you will be my second in command in this room. Mr. Jones is going to be our scout."

"I'll have a talk with the Minister. Put in a good word for you both, mention our little Men Club," Lord Borr felt another wave of gas rumbling. He was going to have to excuse himself soon. But not quite yet. He was tickled pink at the first to recruits.

"What do you think boys?" Lord Borr punctuated the question with a long, shrilly release of air. Leather couches were just not for him. He was going to need a cloth chair.