“But he bought balloons to play with you,” Ollie offered innocently. “And Joe says you only use those special balloons with girls when you want to marry them.” “I did say that,” I laughed, remembering back to a time when that awkward fucking conversation came up. In my defense, Ollie was eight at the time, and he’d caught me off guard. “A lot he’d know about using balloons,” Johnny muttered, looking rattled as he pulled at the collar of his shirt. “Bareback bollocky-Bill.”
