Oh, for fuck’s sake. ‘As if I’d let him pay me,’ I mutter. ‘And why does he have to be so proper? I see someone’s rammed the stick back up his arse.’ For reasons I have no interest dissecting, I’m messed-up enough to wish his apology had been more along the lines of I shouldn’t have eaten you but I refuse to apologise, because I can’t control myself around you. Know I will do it again.
