Half an hour after midnight, the blonde Swiss air hostess sprawled on Willie Garvin’s bed said, “What in heaven’s name have you done to your ankles?”
“Oh … I was a prisoner in a chain gang.” He drew a finger down her spine, and she rolled over to look up at him.
“But those are new hurts,” she said. “I think you are telling lies again, Weelie.”
All foreign girls called him Weelie, he reflected. None of them could manage the short ‘i’. He summoned up a look of indignation and said, “What d’you mean, again?”
“That is what the other girls say, too. That you tell beeg lies.”
(The Xanadu Talisman, chapter 7)