Grandma was knitting in her armchair. At her feet sat her two lovely grandchildren. Ruth was doing some colouring and Gareth was playing with his toy robot. Suddenly, young Ruth closed her colouring book and climbed up onto her Grandma's lap.
"Tell us a story, Grandma," she pleaded, her eyes bright.
"Yes! Please tell us a story," begged Gareth, putting down his robot and joining Ruth on Grandma's lap.
"Oh, I don't know, little ones, it's getting late," said Grandma with a yawm, stroking Ruth's hair.
"Oh please, Grandma," pleaded Ruth. "Tell us about when you were a whore in Chicago!"