A Horny Slave is a Happy Slave.
On a warm and pleasant late afternoon, Berenger sits at a table on the terrace of his favourite café bar, with his dear friend Simon. Usually when they meet, they lament for a while about the miserable state of the world, and the latest dreadful things the president is doing to make ordinary peoples’ lives more difficult. They grumble quietly of course, ensuring no one sitting near can hear what they are saying. These days it’s a dangerous thing to criticise the president, or the rich, powerful men who manage the ruling Party. But then invariably Berenger finds something to laugh at, and then they pass on to more enlightening subjects. Today is different. Berenger is eager to tell Simon what he saw that morning. I was at a train station in the centre of the city and needed to visit the toilet. The only one I could find had a sign outside to say it was closed, but I’d seen a gentleman go in ahead, so I thought I would follow. When I stepped inside I sa...