At Home with The Slaggs - part Eight

So, Running River and her Chief went to say farewell to the Amanda Ann's:

 At first, their hosts were frosty;
"You broke the heart of a good toff!  And now we've got a bloody chimp running about the house!", Paul accused.

 "But, oh boy, Paleface!  Big Chief - he hung like a goddammed horse!!!"

 "Really?? Oh, I mean, well, Really!!"

This was not the kind of thing we talked about in polite society, and so for a moment, there was a shocked silence.  


Then Marjorie moved over to the Big chief:

 "Erm...", she began tentatively, "We have an English tradition here.  You must escort the Lady of the house to the garden shed so she can er - examine the tools, so to speak"

 The Chief shrugged:  "Me buggered if me heard that one!".  But he followed Marjorie out to the garden all the same.  When in Rome and all that....

As the noise of the shed heaving up and down reached the conservatory, Running River turned to Paul expectantly, her eyes shining. 

However, his guest was to be disappointed:
"I'm sorry, Running River," Paul explained, "But I've gone gay - again."

"Heap load of shit!," the forthright native American cursed, "Gonna have to wait till reservation for some action!"

 Paul sat quietly and reflectively through the sounds of Marjorie's cries of ecstacy coming over the flower beds.  He was sad that his wife's leopard spots had not changed.  However, he wouldn't actually mind a go with Big Chief himself!

 Mary, serving the cake to their guest, was also reflective.  She wouldn't mind a go with that Big Chief herself.   That squaw didn't know she was born!

 And less than a few days later, back on home ground, the young bride got her heart's desire. All that could be heard along the plains were Running River's cries of ecstacy.

Tune in for the final installment, and see the consequences of Marjorie's toolshed frolics.

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