Carl Luce

So I went to the whicker bar to meet old Carl, I was early so took a seat and waited. He was supposed to be my student advisor at Whooton but all he ever did was talk about sex. So in he came and I told him I'd saved him a flit at the end of the bar, he told me to shut up. I was dying to know about his sex life, so I asked how it was going, he told me he was with this girl from Shanghai, he said he preferred the Middle Eastern philosophy, more like the goddam sex. He told me to keep it down, suppose I got a bit goddam excited about the fact she was Chinese. He told me his Dad took a course on psycoanalysing and that maybe I should see him, sonuvabitch, who is he to tell me that. In the end I think he got pretty goddam sore with all my questions and told me he was going, I tried to make him stay, but dam I wasn't gonna beg.