“You have your own yacht?” “He does and you should see it. The thing is massively huge,” said Ridley, thoroughly enjoying herself. “Just like his house. His limo. His truck. Hell, Mia, I bet there’s nothing small about the man. If you know what I mean. By the way, what size shoe do you wear, Damian?” I coughed. “Leave it to my sister to bring cock into the conversation,” said Michael, dryly. “I guess the fascination runs in the family.”
