1st Voice: I can't tell you how glad I was to find you on my doorstep, dear Guillaume. Coward was such a great disappointment. He was lacking a "good flint" if you know what I mean, as I always used to tell him. His little "pocket pistol" was never more than half-cocked at best - consequently he was always just a "flash-in-the-pan" and could never properly discharge his err, duties.... 2nd Voice: So you've noticed some small improvement? 1st Voice: Of course! You're so inventive, for a start. Making love to you reminds me of the meals they are said to eat in Japan: very little at once, but SO many portions...! 2nd Voice: Well, I _have_ been away at the front for nigh on a year, thanks to that swine Alain! How did he compare...? 1st Voice: Better not to ask questions you don't really want the answers to. I often think that if that monster de Toilette hadn't drugged me like he did, my life could have been so very different... 2nd Voice: There, there, my sweet. Your turn for the manacles...?
