sunday november 21st
5:35 P.M.

“Jas, be quiet.”

“What?”

“Don’t start again, let me get to my nub.”

“Sorry, go on then, get to your nub.”

“Well, you know when we were playing Truth, Dare, Kiss or Promise …”

She started laughing in an unusually annoying way, even for her—sort of snorting. Eventually she said, “It was a laugh, wasn’t it? Well, apart from when you made me put all those vegetables down my knickers. There’s still some soil in them.”

“Jas, now or any other time is not the time to discuss your knickers. This is a situation of sheer desperadoes, possibly.”

“Why?”

Well, I haven’t heard from the Sex God and I thought maybe …”

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