One evening at Northolt Airfield

One evening at Northolt Airfield

“Oh bloody hell its my brother,” Thought William, and Harry, and Charles and Andrew as they assembled at Northolt Airfield in West London.

“Screwed any nice school girls recently?” Charles asked as his brother approached.

“No,” he replied with a steely stare, “Have you?”

Charles turned on his heel, “Insolent bastard, can I have his head cut off now I’m King?” he enquired of his chief flunky who attended him dressed like the doorman at the Ritz hotel.

“I don’t believe so your Majesty,” he replied.

“Well fucking get the law changed, I’m the fucking King now, remember.” Charles said pleasantly.

Something caught his eye, “Oh fucking hell.” said Charles as Andy made a bee line for Liz Truss, “I said wear trousers, didn’t I, so she wears a fucking skirt, somebody stop him before we have another constitutional crisis.”

Camilla soothed Charles, “Be calm, deep breaths,” she said “Don’t have a heart attack, he’s not worth it.”

The equery got to Andy before he had even got his hand to the clasp on her bra strap, “Yes we have that in common,” Liz laughed, “Fuck Nicola Sturgeon, myself metaphorically but you physically,” she grinned, “But a threesome is going a bit far.”

Kate and Megan strolled towards the plane together, “When’s it due?” Kate asked politely as she viewed Megan’s typically American bloated tummy.

Megan ignored it, “I really like your dress, so chic, so retro, I’m sure it will be back in fashion soon.”

“I do hope so, Mummy has a container full coming from China,” she simpered, “It’s so much easier to cash in on fashion than having to do a J.K.Rowling on family history.

“So Bro, how you doing?” William asked Harry.

“No comment, you’ll have to ask Meg,” Harry repiled sullenly.

“Under the thumb too then bro,” William queried.

“No comment, you’ll have to ask Megan,” Harry repiled again, “She’ll nag the fuck out of me if I say anything without her lawyer approving it.”

“Yeah, I know, always easier to give in,works for me,” William sighed.

“It’s all fucking right for you, bro, Kate’s fit,” Harry sighed.

“Good point bro,” William replied.

Charles inspected the RAF guard.