‘What wager?’ said Jen. ‘Which of the two of us – as the only single and therefore eligible members of the gang – gets to fuck the fisherman first.’ ‘Fuck’s sake, Simon,’ said Paul, shaking his head. Simon looked around, his face a picture of mock innocence. ‘What? The pussy-thrumming around this table when he walked in was louder than the galloping of the horses on the final furlong of the Grand National!’
