Billy's eyes widened with excitement.
'I've always fancied an older woman who can give me a good stuffing' he breathed, 'but Madam, I fear that I've been untruthful with you. You see, it's your lucky day for my name is not really Billy Weaver, it is in fact, Dick Rogers!'
'Dick Rogers! Does it really?' she murmured transfixed at her good fortune.
'Indeed Madam,' he rasped taking in the heady aroma of fromaldehyde and Tunes Menthol Eucalytus that came from her person. 'but first I think dinner perhaps?'
'Pork sword and beef curtains I hope young sir?' she replied coquettishly.'with plenty of stuffing after!'
'Oh yes that sounds perfect' he replied eyeing up her large furry rug 'right there I think!'
Seriously Nameless, agreed, do your own homework mate. no-one is going to give you anything usable x