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Date Posted:14:17:33 09/05/02 Thu
I am quite reminded of a former vicar at Saint Drogo's in our peaceful little village. As a young girl I often dropped to my knees to enjoy his generous endowment. However, there were some things that struck me as odd. Firstly, he lacked the pasty English pallor that we are all fond of. I rather suspected that his mother may have been romping about with an Arabian house servant much like Lady Brixton-Fishwick and her husband's Pakistani valet. Furthermore, it was, to put it mildly as I am a demure elderly country lady who does easily discuss such matters, quite substantial and unlike the typical Englishman's member was circumcised. Finally, whilst preaching his Sunday sermons, he often referred to the congregation as "infidels", which was quite distressing to Colonel Kensington and his wife.
Suspicious, I invited the Vicar's wife over to tea and got her sloshed on gin in order to find out what was going on. It turns out that her husband, the Vicar was quite the gentleman and Anglican in the boudoir and therefore unfulfilling. One night, while her husband was attending to choir practice, she went to the local Indian restaurant for a curry and caught the eye of a handsome young waiter who was a student of the Kama Sutra and yoga. The two immediately became "hot and heavy" lovers.
Eventually, her husband was transferred to our parish (he was original assigned to Saint Polycarp's in the Lake Country) and the two lovers would have to part. But the Vicar's wife would have none of that. The two plotted and disposed of the unfortunate clergyman in a deep lake and the waiter assumed the Vicar's identity when they moved to Saint Mary Mead.
Naturally, none of this has anything to do with this board. However, I am a bit suspicious of this "Mike". I suspect that he may in fact not be who he says he is. Is "Mike" really Chadi?
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