CHAPTER 45
“I FEEL A right tart in this getup.” Roger made a slight adjustment to the over-tight cravat. “Look at it; it’s pink for Christ’s sake.”
“Yeah. You actually look like a right tart as well.” Brian grinned at his new stepfather, “I think I even fancy you myself.”
“Well, you look like a bloody pimp.” Roger sleeked back his hair in the mirror and looked at the reflection of his stepson.
“This stuff’s making it smell like a tart’s boudoir in here anyway.” Brian checked the label on the liquid soap as he washed his hands. “Are you happy it’s all over now Rog?”
Roger checked his flies and buttoned up his jacket.
“Yeah, I am. It was a bit nerve-wracking standing before that registrar, I can tell you. You wait until it’s your turn.”
“Give over. You won’t get me agreeing to
