TWENTY-FIVE
THE SPY
Jack stood and headed to the volcano. His mistake? He went via Greece, whereupon, he was tripped by a still stewing moussaka Della. As he fell, his legs opened and an audible parp ensued. ‘Side blow-out, Aedd’ Della shouted and giggled as did everyone, including Mandy, who respectfully appeared embarrassed for her husband.
Jack sniffed, ‘Sulphur, Aedd.’ He sounded a klaxon and made like he was a submarine diving, as the cue headed to the sulphurous lakes of the Canadian Territories, skimming d**k’s diving head. After he had submerged, he sent his periscope up and looked to Mandy and she gave him her nod of approval.
‘That was a good one, Jack,’ she said, respecting her husband’s multifarious capabilities and knowing he will be happy now, everything else forgotten. H
