Beryl and Legless had taken a day off from filming the outlands and were picnicking by the statue. They talked of Legless’s great spaghetti Bolognese as they tucked into Planet Hy Man’s answer—a cold quiche-like affair which, as Legless put it, left them wanting.
He belched.
She laughed.
“A little indigestion,” he said, “care of Planet Hy Man’s soya.”
She laughed again, then filled the air with the sort of belch that had birds fluttering from their nest.
Legless roared with laughter, ending with a sort of rolling-on-top-of plop that Beryl didn’t resist.
She pulled him down hard onto her, and as the sun rose in the sky, they moaned like it was the first time.
Verruca heard something, but having never been in such a position, she had no idea what it could be. She, leaving her new stat
