TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING
INT. LOUNGE:
CHARTREUSE - adamant
I told you already, Mylon. You'll get nothing till our wedding night.
MYLON - pleading
Come on Char, it's just two weeks away. No one'll know. I'm desperate.
CHARTREUSE - irritated
You've waited two years, what's two weeks more. Be patient.
MYLON - persuasive
Look Char, I've got a right rager. I can't walk down the street like this.
CHARTREUSE - relenting
No. *you* look, Mylon. I don't mind polishing your bone but you're not
getting any…
MYLON – easing off the pressure
You know I've never been with another woman, Char. I've never seen a
real one. What about letting me have a look? It'll help me fight my
desires if I can see the reward you're saving for me.
CHARTREUSE - conceding
Jesus, Mylon. The things I have to do. Move back and I'll give you a flash.
MYLON steps back
CHARTREUSE Lifts her skirt and drops her nob stoppers.
MYLON – whispers in awe
Wow, it's beautiful, Char. Are they all that hairy?
CHARTREUSE - challenging
Mine's the only one you need to know about, isn't it, Mylon?
MYLON
Thanks, Char. That's just the inspiritation I needed to help me though
The next two weeks.
CHARTREUSE - decisive
That's it, Mylon. Kitty's going back behind closed drawers, now.
MYLON - wheedling
Hang on, Char. I haven't tried anything, have I? You know you can
trust me, don't you? Let me have a whiff of heaven before you put
it away, pleeeeease.
CHARTREUSE – adamant – heavy sigh.
I trust you Mylon. But I don't trust your twat-rod, one inch. Put you hands
in your pockets and you can have a quick sniff. AND that's it. I don't want
to hear another word till our wedding night. Agreed?
MYLON – gleefully
Agreed, Char.
MYLON BENDS DOWN AND INHALES DEEPLY.
Blimey, Char. Will it keep that long?