She was young. She was beautiful. She had long blond hair, and a figure that any Irishman would drool into his pint over.

She stroked my head.

“Are you comfortable?” she asked.

“Very.” said I.

“You just lie back and relax” she said softly as she pulled the sheets up.

She started caressing me. I could feel her fingers massaging me. It was very pleasant.

“Is that all right for you?” she said softly in my ear.

“Lovely!” said I.

I could feel myself getting wet and hot.

Her hands moved faster. Her fingertips did wonders.

She was working herself up into a frenzy.

“Is it too hot for you?” she said, huskily.

“It’s lovely” I said again.

All too soon it was over.

“Right” said she. “That’s your wash done. If you’d like to sit over here, Jenny will be over in a minute to cut your hair.”