Two unscruplous men plan to trick Little Egypt, a girl from the suburbs. Excerpt below...
Hubble was always going on about the belly dancer who fleeced his granddaddy in Cairo when he was there with the Anzacs though there was some doubt whether his grandfather ever got to Gallipoli. I heard he'd stayed behind in the fleshpots of Cairo where he made the Hubble fortune even though the belly dancer, Little Egypt, managed to get her fingers into some of it.
I met Hubble at his favourite bar, well known for its high betting poker games that I'd discovered to my cost. I sat down opposite Hubble.
"Ready for another game of poker?" Hubble said with a snigger when I greeted him.
I shook my head and hid my nasty thoughts. "I've come about something else. I found a belly dancer for you, Hubble."
Hubble's eyes sparkled with expectation.
So there was something of his granddaddy still left in Hubble. "She's straight from the fleshpots of Cairo. Her name is Little Egypt."
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