‘You said there were two of us,’ he said. ‘Who’s the other guy?’ ‘Does it matter?’ ‘You’ve been yammering on all night. About movies, and books, and music, and some chick called Tamara, and your job, and your boss.’ ‘All very generic topics,’ Flick said. ‘How I lost my virginity is personal.’ ‘Kitten, you were just naked and fucked at the side of the road by the guy who sprung you from a gang of loan sharks and sex traffickers.’ ‘Are you saying I owe you?’ ‘I’m saying we’re past personal.’
