Friday, 1 July 2016

Chapter 5 “All out for the morning!”: Chapter Notes


Chateau La Tour Blanche


This Post provides notes on Chapter 5 of The Lust World: A Sexual Odyssey, an erotic adventure story.

Molloy and Britten drink the Sauternes Chateau La Tour Blanche with their fois gras which, despite Molloy's surprise at having a sweet wine, ir a classic combination. La Tour Blanche is unique amongst the classed growth vineyards in that is is owned by the French State, to whom it was left in 1907 on the basis that it become a college of agriculture.  The La Tour Blanche college of viticulture and oenology was opened in 1911 and continues to this day




They follow this up with an 1899 Chateau Latour (Britten has excellent taste in wine!) which can still be drinkable today.  Triple P thinks he has only had Latour once, on our thirtieth birthday when we had a bottle of the 1976.



Then and now the restaurant hasn't hanged at all


They drink their wine in the spectacular dining room of the Ritz hotel in Piccadilly, which opened in 1906.  The hotel appears a number of times in the story as it is Triple P's favourite London hotel.  Molloy is rather alarmed at the three guineas a night price but when Triple P stayed there for a night in a suite with a lady in the early nineties it cost him £440 (and that was with a discount!).  We have had breakfast, lunch and dinner in the restaurant and enjoy the theatricality of the place.


Tunbridge Wells in 1910


When Molloy visits Mrs Challenor, she tells him that her butler has had to go to "Tunbridge Wells, much to his disgust".  The rather attractive town of Tunbridge Wells in Kent got a reputation for stuffy reactionary behaviour, as noted by EM Forster in a Room with a View (1908).  It became something of a joke to refer to people who wrote to newspapers with a sense of moral outrage as "disgusted of Tunbridge Wells" and the phrase was used as a joke in radio programmes.  In fact, when BBC Radio 4 introduced their listener feedback programme in 1978 they actually called it, Disgusted, Tunbridge Wells (much to the annoyance of the town's inhabitants, who still resent the use of the term).  The butler would certainly be disgusted by Mrs Challenor's behaviour, so Tunbridge Wells seemed a good place to send him.




The sexual encounter in this chapter is based on an incident that happened to Agent Triple P in Rome in the nineteen eighties.  Triple P visited, with some colleagues, a lady businesswoman at her house for lunch one Friday (no work being done in most of Rome on Friday afternoons).  It being August and extremely hot we had been told to take our swimming things as the lady liked to ask her guests to join her in her plunge pool.  Agent Triple P, at twenty four, was very much the youngest guest there.  The head of our Italian office was in his sixties (he did not swim), our other colleagues from England were in their late fifties and the lady in question was in her early forties.  

After lunch, which was taken outside by the pool, she did encourage us all to join her in the water.  She removed her sun dress and then her bikini top and slipped straight in.  She had a fine, curvy figure and certainly didn't look her age.  We went inside her house to change and a very welcome twenty minutes was spent cooling off, as it was well over a hundred degrees.

We all got changed to leave soon after but Triple P could not find his watch which we must have dropped in the house inside.  She informed Triple P she would get in contact if she found it and that evening she contacted our hotel and informed Triple P that she had done so..  She suggested we come and pick it up the following morning (Saturday), which we did.  Events proceeded in very similar fashion to that related in this chapter from the bath to the joint masturbation session. We later discovered that she had had her maid remove Triple P's watch  from our pile of clothes while we were in the pool.  Unlike our hero in The Lust World, however, it was several days before we emerged, drained, from the clutches of this Italian water spider.

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