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I didn’t know George was an amorous lad, causing chat on the bush telegraph. I’d never heard George had done nothing bad, ‘cept splitting one marriage in half. George never delved into breaking the law, so there’s never a day spent in court. Not being wed, he’s a dull bedroom bore, well, that’s what one husband had thought. George is a bachelor to his bootstraps, so alas he had slipped through the net, but now eighty years old he had a relapse, through a spinster with similar regret. It was only by chance near a bench in a park, where I toiled in an arbour plantation. Behind two old spinsters I raked up some bark, eavesdropping on their conversation. Dot and Edna - their names, spoke really loud, ‘bout George and the antics of him. It seems Edna asked Dot, who fervently vowed her attraction is based on a whim. “That lovely George Johnson; exceptional man, Dot, has asked me out on a date, now I want to ask you has George got a plan, that might inhibit my virginal state.” Then Dot replied with an answer to boot, about George and the night that they had. Dot mentioned, “He dressed in an excellent suit,” adding flowers that made her heart glad. “Then George took me outside to a luxury car, to a dinner of lobster, wine and dessert, then off to a show with an absolute star, but alas - George turned into a pervert.” Then Dot said to Edna as I raked up the bark, “In the quiet of the house when alone, George turned into a beast, erotic and dark.” And I listened quite baffled and prone. Continued, said Dot, “That man was insane, he went crazy with lust and desire. I fought for my vanity but all in vane, from this man who could only inspire.” “George took to my body with lustful intent, once tearing my new dress off me. The bodice was torn; and the pleated content, like the sleeves were tattered completely.” Edna replied with a voice that was low, and which sounded more like a lament, “Are you telling me, that I should say no?” but Dot answered, “That’s not what I meant!” “You go out with George” Dot gave a wry grin, and unbending Dot said, “Edna, say yes. You’ll love the dinner, the show and the sin … but for God’s sake just wear an old dress.”
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