> Pub Etiquette
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> A woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub...
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> She gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached her
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> immediately.
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> She seductively signaled that he should bring his face closer to hers.
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> As he did, she gently caressed his full beard. Are you the manager?
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> she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.
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> Actually, no, he replied. Can you get him for me?
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> I need to speak to him, she said, running her hands beyond his beard
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> and into his hair. I'm afraid I can't, breathed the bartender. Is
there
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> anything I can do?
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> Yes. I need for you to give him a message, she continued, running her
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> forefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple of
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> her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.
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> What should I tell him? the bartender managed to say.
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> Tell him, she whispered, There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper
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> towels in the ladies room.
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