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The Mystery of The Dissapearing Dildo

Timeline 2012 - Location The Horseshoe Inn , Shipston on Stour .
A lovely local lady , Caterina, asked us if she might run an Anne Summers party in the Horseshoe sometime. Having researched and discussed the requirements for such an event a Sunday night was decided as we don't serve food on Sunday evenings and the restaurant could be set up with curtains etc as a "ladies only zone".

And so it was - the restaurant was sealed off and we decided that we perhaps ought to offer some entertainment for the menfolk who were bound to congregate in the bar so we asked Nick , a local middle aged gentleman, if he could lend us a slightly blue DVD as we knew he "enjoyed" such items . We thought we had better just check that the said DVD was suitable and to our horror after about two minutes we realised that the film was far from "slightly" blue so that idea was scrapped!

The response to the party was nothing short of phenomenal - the ladies were having a whale of a time in the restaurant and occasionally a scantily clad lady would come through into the bar adding much to the mens' enjoyment in the bar. Shortly both the bar and restaurant were teeming and everybody was in great spirits - testosterone and pheromones levels were rising rapidly fuelled by copious amounts of alcohol- even the dogs seemed to be getting more excited than usual!. The night passed very well and was certainly a great success for us and once Caterina had packed up and we sat quietly having a glass of wine  I asked if the evening had been a success for her .
"Yes a really great success I have taken a lot of orders - the only thing that has marred the evening slightly is that somebody seems to have pinched the biggest and most expensive dildo - but not to worry ".

On the next evening a local groundworks contractor , Keith, came into the bar and said "funny old night last night Baggy- good fun - I got home with Jack (his dog) and fell into a drunken slumber but all night long Jack wouldn't stop gnawing away on something "  "Sorry Baggy here it is" he said as he passed me the gnawed remnants of Caterina's prized dildo!

(Names changed to save embarrassment!) 
 

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