|Red-light District of Kings Cross.|
The American Navy was in town and sailors of all shapes and colors trawled the red-light district looking for cheap thrills and Arthur reasoned there would have to be some desperates lurking at ‘The Pleasure Chest’, hoping to be serviced. He marched past all the Strip Clubs, Pokie Pubs, fast-food joints and fruit barrows and quickly ducked in at the garish pink and black doorway, running up the long flight of stairs that ascended to some weird level of Heaven and Hell combined. He ignored the few gnome-like men skulking around the shelves of magazines, cassettes and sex-toys and brazenly approached the counter behind which stood a huge lump of a guy all trussed up in a black-leather dominatrix suit, his head shaved like a National Front thug. He was issuing instructions in a high, whining voice to a Gothic Hippie girl in black-lace mini-skirt, spiked dogs-collar around her neck, who nodded eagerly at his every utterance. Arthur was anxious to get into the backroom to where the truly furtive action was happening, but he had to wait impatiently and hear the whole tedious exchange before Fatso would deign to notice him and let him through the sacred gate.
Mary sighed, “To me it’ll be more than an adventure, it’ll be a learning experience…I reckon I can handle whatever gets thrown at me. It’ll be cool.”
Then Arthur piped up, “One for the video club, please.”
“Do something, anything! Help, help, heeelllppp! Get him off me, oh, oh, aaaaggghhhh! Yank on him hard! Harder! Aagghhh!” wailed the Stranger.