“No! Sex “Your turn now …” she said grabbing his electric toothbrush from the shelf over the wash basin, pointing it at him and shouting “Bang!”
“What?” Dai stammered, his mind struggling to cope with the bewildering combination of relief, shame and lust. I’ve been calling you for ages.”
“About ten, I think …” she replied sleepily. He was almost to the bridge carrying the main road before he caught a brief glimpse of a foot and then one of her arms above the water. She was but watery blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she tried to speak. “Your face …” Richard protested. “How soon can you sort it?”
“Well, Jones the Tools hires out steel fence panels and gates and there’s often old static caravans for sale at Trecco Bay, though in the short term it’ll be quicker to look for a tourer in free-ads …” Dai replied, at the same time wondering why he was agreeing with her so readily. “Shut up! Dai stared at her, with real terror. She shook her head and continued typing on her phone.
