Chapter Nineteen
Lunch in The Devil’s Barrel had been served by a delectable young waitress called Maddy, whose scanty uniform left little to the imagination. To make matter worse, as they ate the delicious country food, Alex had developed a throbbing erection which simply refused to subside. Every time he had looked up at the young girl’s shapely thighs, pronounced cleavage, and flat, bare stomach, he had felt his c**k straining harder in his pants. If Clarence Brown had been aware of Alex’s agitated state, he didn’t show it, and incredibly, he barely spared the gorgeous girl a glance.
Now, as Alex followed the old bumpkin across the green, he thought about what a splendidly odd day this was turning out to be. Nothing had been as he had imagined – he had pictured men in robes, pentangle
