Mrs Slagg, devastated that her fiancee did not come home, cried tears into the Master's morning tea.
Paul tried not to sigh, and promised her he would talk to the old fool.
Unbeknown to Mrs Slagg, her soulmate was lying in the bed above her, as she wept.
Last night, he went back up the stairs to become One with Running River. "Slow down a bit, love", were his uttered words of passion.
And that morning, as he watched his potential new bride sleep, his heart raced with longing.
He supposed he had better make an honest woman of Running River now. But how to tell poor Mrs Slagg, and to break apart their new future?
He would tell her after the wedding, yes, that was probably best.
But....? What was this..? Whatever had she served him...?
"Noodles, Charlie, from um Lidel's. What you want? Fucking Buffalo?"
Well, egg and chips would have been nice! This was too much for any red-blooded male, and Mr Slagg stormed out and away from his bride-to-be.
"Fuck off!", were her last words to him.
Running River sobbed: It would be the Detention Centre for her now.
However, Lord Posh walked in. "I say!", he twirled his moustache at this fine young Native American. It was love at first sight. He agreed to employ her as his "assistant", which would involve many "duties".
Running River sighed with contentment as they got in the shower.
Meanwhile, Mr Slagg, knowing nothing of this, returned home sheepishly to Mrs Slagg:
She said nothing. Did not want to know anything. Just merely uttered that there would be steak and kidney pudding for lunch. Possibly an early night too.
Mr Slagg simply nodded. He had finally come home.
Is this the end of Mr Slagg's rovings? Will Running River get definite leave to remain?
Will Lord Posh last the distance?
Tune in same time, same channel........
