It was easy enough to fix everything up when I worked it out but the fine tuning was a nightmare. It was Deborah, Sarah’s mum. Japanese sex “Same time tomorrow?” she suggested, “For data for your new machine?” she added. I picked it up, “Ah, I see,” I explained, “there’s packing pieces and you should ensure the equipment allows for the normal position of the head upon the pillow, always ensuring sufficient clearance to the headboard. “There,” she said, “Did you measure?”
“Yes, Ok,” I turned away and looked at the machine, something was wrong,”Damn.” I exclaimed, “Something’s missing!”
“Mmmmm,” she said, “What?”
“Oh for gods sake!” I exclaimed, as I saw the plunger working rhythmically in and out. “Then lets take the parts down stairs and see shall we?” she suggested. I decided
