My name." Fifi?"A smile of delight spread over "Mark's" face,"And how did you know my name? Hmm?" You... you kidding? Everyone knows Fifi LaFume... I ...just... kinda thought you weren't real."Fifi chuckled warmly,"Do I look fake, mon amie?"The boy simply shook his head in the negative."Do I look... intimidating?"The boy shook his head again. Fifi's smile seemed to brighten as she pulled the boy through the frame of her open door and closed it behind him. With the door closed, she lowered her. During the meal I sat with my back to the group and got a bit annoyed with Ken when he kept on chipping into the loud conversations going on behind me. I think he used to be into rugby quite a lot in his younger days. We eventually finished our meal but I really hadn’t enjoyed it because of the atmosphere in there which was quite different to what I had expected. When the coffee was served I was horrified when one of the men behind me turned round and, encouraged by the others, asked us. Phallus into our web. Eh?" Whatsin nodded in agreement.They heard a gentle knock on the door. "Ah," Homes said. "That would be Mrs. Handson with your tutor." Say what?" Homes didn't answer. Instead, he went to the door and opened it. Mrs. Handson stepped in, with a young woman in tow, and said, blustering, "Here she is, Mr. Homes, and I'll tell you, sir, it wasn't easy finding a willing lady of the evening at this late hour!" The young woman blanched, and looked slighted by the remark as to her. "Celebrate it while you can," the old man said in a weak voice. "It may not be long before it is politically incorrect, or even illegal, to truly celebrate our nation's independence.The young man pulled back in shock and asked, "Isn't that a little extreme, Sir?" Sonny, I don't think it is extreme, but it might be too late for anyone to do anything about it," the old man replied."What do you mean?" the young man asked, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.He hadn't expected to get into a.