This week I transport u back to final summer, in Budapest it was a scorching 40° C and God fearing folk took refuge from the sun indoors praying to the Gods not to turn 'em into charcoal for their missdeeds! But we've all heard the expression, "Crazy dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun!". Well, that's me, a crazy dog, always snuffling around, in rain or sun, for a palatable morsel to chew on! This time I stumbled on the enchanting art student Bettina. That Babe was sketching a monument and I'm afraid the promise of some wonga, an ice cold gulp and an air conditioned room was an suggest that babe simply couldn't refuse. When that babe got changed, I couldn't make no doubt of the body that this babe'd been hiding below her garments. This Babe was a symbol of perfection and it took all of my immense self control not to simply rip down her knickers and screw here then and there! Nay, my allies, I embarrassed myself for at least two entire minutes! Yeah folks, I do really possess the poise, grandeur and infinite patience of the great stud Gandhi!