Ilsa groaned. ‘But why her, if he wants a displacement fuck?’ ‘I don’t know,’ said Robin, completely honestly, and then, dropping her voice, she asked, ‘and what d’you mean, a “displacement fuck”?’ ‘Oh, please,’ said Ilsa irritably. ‘You know perfectly well what—shit, that’s my QC,
Denial, again. I'm with Ilsa.
