I wasn't that long punting when I arranged to meet an Irish lady in Phibsboro.
The first few ladies I had met had all been very discreet on the phone but this girl proceeded to list of all the services that were available. I was a bit surprised but at least I knew what to expect.
When I was close to her location I called to get exact details and she gave me directions to a secured gate. As she was giving me instructions for the code a fella and girl approached the gate from inside the complex. I, of course, immediately started to feel guilty and started to get nervous.
Anyway, I got through the gate but seemed to lose all my senses as the directions she was giving me didn't seem to make sense and I got the notion that everyone was staring at me from their windows. Enventually I figured out that I was to go up a set of steps over in a corner, but half way up, I fell and gashed my hand and let my phone fall and break open. I managed to put it back together and got the girl to finish the directions and got to her apartment.
There was a fair bit of blood and she was a little sypathetic to my situation and patched me up.
By this time I wasn't in the mood for anything, so just asked for a massage and hand job. The massage was fine but, with no blood flowing to the nether regions, the hand job was a disaster.
When I left I was thinking that this punting lark wasn't for me but, like a true soldier, I persisted and was in the saddle again before long.