<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Doomtown2-Recovered2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Walter Sinnett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9812108#msg9812108)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 13th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sittin' in the Gates Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Letty, Open.<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>"What, and you don't think that 'orses stink? There's gotta be a reason flies keep sniffin at their arsehole..."</strong><br/><br/>Walter flicked away a bit of straw that has come dangerously close to tickling his ear. He was comfortable here. Damn comfortable. Straw didn't tend to stay as straw in London for long... the combination of rain and leaky roofs meant it normally turned into a sort of feckin' sludge about two minutes after you put it down. Walter had slept on a lot less comfortable thing than this bed of straw... hell, his current digs weren't exactly that much more comfortable... although that could be on account of the fact when the maid had first come round to change the bedding she'd been confronted by the sight of a naked Walter askin' if she'd mind givin' him a quick blowjob before he headed out. Unsurprisingly she hadn't come back and the bedding hadn't been changed. A lazy tracked the goat... Mabel... as she abandoned him for Letty. That was a point... shouldn't he give his donkey a name soon? How long could he just call it donkey? But tryin' to think of a name. It was like tryin' to name a kid. And while Walter was pretty certain he had kids he hadn't seen any 'em as far as he knew and he damn sure hadn't named 'em.<br/><br/><strong>"She's a goat love... I don't think they're known for their sense of smell. Anyway, you're prettier than me so it's cheatin'"</strong><br/><br/>Walter briefly tried to avoid picturing the image of Letty bathing naked in the stream but after about a second he wondered exactly why he was trying to avoid it and instead embraced it utterly, happily picturing Letty in a state of undress frolicking in a stream, naked as the day she was born. And who's to say that a ruggedly handsome Englishman with a large club and an irascible donkey didn't happen to appear at the same stream, watch for a while and then join in?<br/><br/><strong>"Did you bounce around much when bathin' in that stream?"</strong><br/><br/>Hmmm... Letty. Hmmm... suds. Hmmm... naked. Hmmm... bouncing. Up an down and side to side. Hmmm...<br/><br/>Bloody 'ell, where was I? Where was Walter for that matter?<br/><strong><br/>"We didn't have no streams in London. We had sewers and we 'ad the Thames. Thames is a great big river and even if you could bathe in it you wouldn't soddin' want to. Full of bodies and nasty stuff. Shit too. Actual shit. London ain't got much plumbin' that works see."</strong><br/><br/>Walter thought it best not to mention that he'd put several of those bodies in the Thames.<br/><br/><strong>"And the sewers... as I said, we ain't got much plumbin' that works. Filthy down there, right proper filthy. Not that the Thames is much better. Best bet if you wanted a bath in London is to go find a pothole in the road, sit down in it and wait. It'll rain you see... always rains in blood London. Just have to make sure you don't get robbed, stabbed or run over by a carriage."</strong>