Indeed sometimes brokers would pay people to buy them, shareholders could become bankrupted. Milf sex “An inch at most!” Lord Melchett harrumphed, “Bad business, bloody bad business.”
Serena sat with her friends Marjory and Valeria, I followed Melchett back into the ballroom, “Aren’t you dancing?” he asked Serena. “Why a golden Guinea of course!” she declared. “A libation My Lord?” I queried. Laughing and giggling. “Absolutely,” he agreed, “But you must decide before you return to Bristol Mr Hardy. It was only later I found Melchett and ordered the band to keep playing the same tune over and over until only Serena and I were left dancing. “What Flanagan, that Irish beanpole?” I queried. “Spending a lot of time with Serena?” he queried. Serena Lord Melchett’s only daughter. Dainty footsteps. By lunchtime the Devon News newspaper had arrived from Plymouth. The Chairman stared at me, “Well you have until the stock exchange opens tomorrow Hardy for the shares are not worth the paper they are written on.”
I knew full well he was telling the truth.
