“Are you checking out my tits?”

“Erm, yes: I mean, no. Sorry.”

“Dirty bugger. Here, have a proper look.”

She pulls down her tight purple top. A bare boob pops out. Barry blushes but can’t keep his eyes off the exposed nipple.

“Listen, I eat incels like you for breakfast, but luckily I’m hungry right now. What time d’you get off work?”

“Five.”

“Be outside at five. Bring these.”

She takes a makeup pencil and writes on his arm:

Cable ties

Lube

Cucumber

Barry stares bemused at the list. What can it mean?

He’ll sure as hell find out.