“Well,” Adolf continued as Gwen and Neezup recalled the occasion, “little were you knowing it, but I was also visiting your future husbands too.”
“They were telling me that they thought you two were being gorgeous and scrumptious and desirable on at least seventeen levels of lusciousness. So I was doing to them what I did to you…
I was using my massive mental capacity to influence you through the medium of telepathic mesmerism. A sort of hypnotism that would give you the confidence to chat the boys up. I was doing the same for Cuthbert and Bob also.
Even if it did look like I was experiencing the most terrible constipation imaginable. But it was working really good. Soon you were doing the talky-talky stuff.
And before long…
…the four of you were seeing the concert from inside the hall. Good this is being, ja? Play that funky music, Earplug!”
“But what about us?” Colin demanded. “Did you visit us too? I don’t recall seeing the Trumptations. I don’t even like soul music: it makes me feel nauseous.”
“Ach, boys.” Adolf replied. “For you I was requiring a different desire. Let me be telling you about it.”
© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017