A sexy woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately.

She seductively signalled that he should bring his face closer to hers.
As he did she gently caressed his full beard.

"Are you the manager?" she asked, softly stoking his face with both
hands.

"Actually no ..." he replied.

"Can you get him for me ... I need to speak to him," she said running
her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.

"I'm afraid I can't ..." breathed the bartender "Is there anything I
can do ...?"

"Yes I need for you to give him a message," she continued, running
her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly popping a couple
of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.

"What should I tell him," the bartender managed to mumble.

"Tell him," she whispered alluringly, "there's no toilet paper - hand
soap - or paper towels in the ladies room."