βIn my youth,β reminisced the old man, scratching his beard thoughtfully, βI was quite the quirked up white boy. No one in the village could best me at busting it down sexual style.β
βAnd were you goated, sir?β the young boy queried.
βMy dear boy, I most certainly was!β The old man chuckled, a merry twinkle in his eye. βWith the sauce, I daresay.β



















