Chapter 18
Mrs Johnson had waited up for us, not that it was very late. “If you’ll wait in the library, I’ll bring you a nice pot of tea and some biscuits.”
“Thank you, Mrs Johnson,” Tommy said.
We’d been silent on the drive home in the cab, and although I was relieved to have an excuse not to go to bed just yet—the motion picture hadn’t shown any gore, but the suspense had been nerve-wracking—I couldn’t face my friend. Neither of us had said anything about it, but when I’d been on Tommy’s lap, the unmistakeable ridge of his arousal had prodded my arse.
“Nothing for me, thank you, Mrs Johnson. I…uh…think I’ll go up to bed now. I had a lovely time tonight, Thomas. Thank you.” I offered a weak smile, escaped from the foyer, and hurried up the stairs.
After a piss and a quick wash, I wra
