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(continued from Boom)

The sex-laden sub-bass of Usher’s Crash pervaded the dance floor of the very nightclub in which Chad had been stalking Carrie a bare hour ago. Midnight saw the dance-floor heaving with bodies, limbs moving in a way designed to signal availability in one sense or another, and the multi-coloured lights pulsed in glorious abandon.

Danny had scored. His face was aglow. Since his wife had left him six months ago for his best friend’s girlfriend, he’d been in a bit of a slump...