Woman in a Pub.

[Philip]

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