What do you think, Shelly? What was I supposed to do, Graham? “Oh, they took her, alright. As I remained seated, reflecting his words and summoning courage to go intervene, every-one’s activities were halted by a loud bugle-call. “And we are talking about a society run by women,” Cynthia pointed out. What do you think, Shelly? ……. “See if you can find one in my size. But first, let’s have a look at you. Intense, inescapable corruption therapy. … and apartments?” I asked with naïve astonishment. But realising there seemed no option if I were to be allowed to go see Shelly, I flushed red as I put the damn thing on. “Good job, sport,” he said to my surprise and relief. “Off we go then,” he gruffed, and started walking towards a side door exit from the ball-room. And I can’t wait. “I’ll let you into a secret, son.
