On reflection, it was the strangest New Years Eve party that i ever attended. I was the recipient of a most gracious invitation from the very epitome of our local nobility, Lady Cecilia Cameltoe, who wished me to attend her Great Ball.
She was renowned throughout the county as being not only extremely wealthy but also a woman that adored holding balls at every opportunity, therefore, in tuxedo and top hat, i was presented to the good Lady herself without further delay.
Lady C, the divine Cecilia, having supplied me with several large brandies, promptly took the liberty of cornering me in the ante room where she spent half-an-hour nibbling my ear and panting desperately.
At a complete loss, i permitted her to back me into a corner where she readily laid seige to my person, her noble and gentle hands roaming all over me until i began to suspect that she might secretly be one of those Hindu Goddesses with multiple arms at her disposal.
As the evening wore on and the midnight chimes approached, Lady C squeezed me against a bookshelf where she expressed her passion in breathless, poetic phrases while her heaving and somewhat intimidating bosom threatened to suffocate the very life out of me.
Midnight arrived and i apologetically murmered Happy New Year to her as she relentlessly began undoing my shirt-buttons...i tried to shuffle clear of her attentions only to be dragged back into her clutches like an innocent fieldmouse in the claws of a sophisticated Siamese cat.
She brazenly hinted that i may be more comfortable in her personal boudoir at which point i made a hasty exit with the excuse that i dare not outstay my welcome for fear of turning into a pumpkin or somesuch other lowly vegetable.
She then made grand allusions to marrows and cucumbers...i blushed furiously.
Eventually, i made good my escape with dignity barely intact. Although ruffled and rumpled from my brief encounter with the aristocracy, i was able to walk tall on my way home, knowing that no matter how wealthy or grand she was, Lady Cameltoe had learnt that night what it was like to go without. 
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the more is the less, especially when you have it all. I loved this one.