LUNCHING WITH MURDOCH AND BOLT Part 2 cont..... Surreptitiously, and feeling his face flame red, Bolt wiped his wet crotch. Murdoch had clicked his fingers and an attractive Asian looking waitress instantly appeared. Yes, Sir? she queried. My usual bottle of wine, I think, Murdoch ordered imperiously, as the waitress nodded. Bolt looked up. And bring me another napkin, he snapped, This one is all wet and smelly! So saying he slapped the wet, urine soaked napkin in the waitresss hand. And dont keep me waiting either! The waitress looked alarmed and hurriedly walked off. Trying to compose himself, Bolt looked across at Murdoch who was staring back at him with flinty eyes. Youve got to show those sorts of people who their superiors are! he said, feeling some of his normalcy bouncing back. Really? asked Murdoch, and what do you mean when you refer to THOSE SORTS of people? His eyes marbled and he fixed a steely gaze upon Bolt. You know, Bolt hedged. No I dont know, snapped back Murdoch. Im asking you to explain! Bolt felt the blood rushing from his face and his stomach squirm. Uh uh uh ummm Asian um um...... he stuttered. GO ON, DONT STOP! thundered Murdoch. You know my two daughters are Eurasian, so tell me what you think of them! Bolt could feel his face turning white while his stomach churned and there was a sudden sharp stab at the top of his bowel. Oh your daughters are absolutely lovely, Sir, absolutely the prettiest, most beautiful, most intelligent, he gushed. And Mrs Murdoch is also one of the loveliest, most desirable women in the world today. Murdoch glared at him. I will thank you to remember, Bolt, you dick sucking fawning fool. that Mrs. Murdoch was my late mother! My ex wife, I repeat, my ex wife is Wendy Deng, NOT Mrs Murdoch! Bolt groaned as he felt more sharp pressure on his bowel. (To be continued....)
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