Lord Borr bowed again. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Jones." He waved that any of the seats would do. Lord Borr didn't fret over such trivial things as seating and he liked a man that was decisive and knew where he wanted to sit. Lord Borr would work on that with this one.
"You have great potential, Mr. Jones. Are you aware?" Lord Borr offered the young man a cookie from his private Miss Melita basket. The crumbs from the little pieces of heaven peppered all over the front of Lord Borr's dress shirt.
__________________  Someone unimportant whose name slips my memory made this signature. Twas Lady Borr who did it, sir! Boor's bringin' sexy back and yall just hatin' Kingston: Marry me my lord. We're perfect for each other. |