A.P.,
Naturally it only took a matter of moments to see through your cunning stratagem of using a superhot sexfight to mask your predilection for promoting the merits of fine wine-tasting. A veritable Trojan Horse approach if ever I saw one.
Incidentally, perhaps it's time to consider reimagining the Trojan War myths to introduce radical new elements that possibly failed to cross Homer's mind at the time. Imagine if an entire company of Greek sex-fighting warrior maidens had inveigled themselves inside the wooden horse to be opposed by their Trojan opposite numbers once they breached the walls of Troy... but perhaps I digress.
Turning to the question of God briefly. Without even debating whether or not he exists, one may deduce that He must at a minimum condone sexfighting or the physical paraphernalia supporting this noble pastime surely would not exist.
Finally, let me assure you that since 'spending a penny' means something different altogether in England, my 'vast fortune' remains satisfyingly intact.
I look forward to raising a glass of claret in future to a certain redheaded professor and her well-endowed mentor as they continue on their very exciting and revealing adventures.
All the best,
R
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