Holiday Snap
We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend,” she paused again, “it was just a sex thing.”
It was about midnight, and Sarah and I were lying in bed. I had my arm round her shoulder as she nuzzled my neck. “Guess who got in touch today?” “I dunno, babe, who?” “Guess!” “Ok, er, your sister.” “Ha! No! That bridge is well and truly burned, although it was her husband’s fault as much as mine. Guess again.” “Oh, I don’t know, fuckin’… Kim Jong Un!” “Correct-a-mundo! How the fuck did you know that? Me and big Kim are...