Four Mis-made maids
The magic show had been alright, but nothing to write home about until the last illusion. The magician, who called himself 'The Amazing Franklin' had amused, but not astounded particularly. Perhaps I was viewing with a jaded attitude, having seen the greats both on TV and live, but billiard ball and card routines do not excite the hardened illusion fan, despite being well performed. Up until the final illusion, I would award 10 out of 10 for technical performance, about 5 out of 10 for originality and style, but nothing for making me wish I could get a video of the show. Even his two female assistants disappointed, being only moderately pretty and being more part of the scenery than the magic; their main task was to hand stuff to Franklin.
By the time of the last illusion, I was checking my watch and my girlfriend, Judy, was getting restive. She mentioned in a whisper that the magician had approached her during the interval and asked if she would be willing to assis