“Jesus, don’t remind me.” Feely shuddered. “Your sister ruined that film for me. I couldn’t even enjoy Rose’s tits in peace.” “Lad.” I threw my head back and laughed. “She wasn’t that special.” “You’re mental,” he argued, narrowing his eyes. “That woman was pure perfection in the film. Every part of her. Especially her hair.” I snorted. “Especially her tits, you mean.” Feely grinned. “Those, too.” “You know who has great tits?” I mused. “Sharon Stone.” “True,” he replied in a thoughtful tone, clearly weighing up both options. “But you can’t beat a redhead with a perky rack.”
