The head waiter or penguin as I liked to call him, was the first to try and dampen our sideshow. The band had noted us and increased the volume in very much supportive fashion.
“Excuse me ladies,” he stammered red faced. “But whatever you have in mind please don’t. Or I will have to ask you to vacate the premises.
Ray laid a pound note on a small plate and pushed it toward the man. “First my man they ain’t ladies,” he said; probably true but there was no need to broadcast the fact. “Secondly you may have a riot on your hands if you stop them now.”
As he glanced about noting the interest, I pushed my hand into his and took two steps via a chair to the table top. I left the skirt about my upper thighs and beckoned Monique to follow. As the head conch made to remonstrate further, Monique t
