My goodness, Amos! What vainglorious boasting. Do you really imagine that a middle class gent such as you could seduce la Rutledge that easily? You are getting carried away with yourself, my good man. Now, Olive Whatnoll....I'm sure she'd be giving you the glad eye, probably show a little leg, maybe put you in a hammerlock if you hesitated and say with a leer, "NOW it's YOUR lucky day, boyo!" as she dragged you off screaming toward the nearest couch, bed, or other horizontal surface. Those 'Ull working class women just carn't be trusted wif any blighter wot still can stand and breathe!