“phooosh!” he opened another can of Guinness
The black froth sprung from the can like a modern day
genie
What do you desire? the black froth boomed over Peter
White’s Midnight Rendezvous playing from the
speakers
He stared at the black froth with amazement, rubbed his
stubble irritated left armpit and drank the can in a single
gulp
“You coming back to bed sweetie?” asked Nicole the
latest member of his harem sweetly from the bedroom
He contemplated the question, thought about Nicole’s
firm lithe body…
“phooosh!” he opened another can of Guinness
Peter White was onto Caravan of Dreams
