A rather attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to
the barman who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he
should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard
which is full and bushy. "Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking his face. With
both hands. "Actually, no" he replies. "Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him."
she asks, running her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair. "I'm afraid I can't"
breathes the barman - clearly aroused. "Is there anything I can do?" "Yes there is. I need
you to give him a message" she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his
mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. "Tell him" she says "that there is no toilet
paper or hand soap in the ladies room."