Weapon of choice


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I often reflect how much pleasure this one digit used to give to two young people in our courting days. By rights, surely this ought to be the ring finger. An army sergeant of my brief acquaintance referred to it militarily as “your walking-out finger” - walking out being his quaint Yorkshire soubriquet for courting. (It was the finger you hooked through the trigger-guard to carry your rifle - hence his interest.) For years, this lucky finger spent so much time inside a teenage Emma Jane that it smelt permanently of pussy. Happy days. Holding hands, when more intimate contact was out of the question, one of us would secretly stroke the other’s palm with this finger, to suggest what we would far rather be doing. “Paddling palms” Shakespeare called it in A Winter’s Tale, which shows that this coded message dates back at least to Elizabethan times. We still do it, just to tease.

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