Oscar, however, was looking at his best friend in horror. “Please tell me you’ve never used butter as lube?!” “Less of the judgment, please. I’m not the one who had to be taken to A&E because he was too scared to buy a dildo, so he used a shampoo bottle instead.” I hooted at the scarlet flush on Oscar’s face as we took our seats at the table. “Tell me everything.” Oscar groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “Why did I think this dinner would be a good idea?”
