And of course, it wasn’t quite the same. The lads weren’t mares, and Magnus couldn’t have…been inside them in any way…or…? Because where would he put…? “Gary?” Magnus stroked my face. “What’s wrong? You’ve gone green.” “You’re going to put it up my arse, aren’t you?” I said. “Not if the thought of it makes you go green, I’m not,” Magnus said dryly.
