“Well?” Anna asked stepping away.
“I know I’m going to regret this, but it did not disappoint. No, far from it. I could never explain it. Not in a thousand years. And that last four! No pain at all. It felt like my butt had been coated in erotic fire. That’s as close as I can get.”
“Are you done now?”
“I don’t want to be. No, I could go all night. But I have to think about damage limitation. I have to think about my poor bot.”
“Another time then?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Perhaps we’ll find a thicker stick in the woodpile.”
“Woodpile?”
“The back of Fred’s lorry.”
Released, Martha checked her rear in a mirror. “Oh that is so...”
“Marked?”
“No. Decorated. It’s sexually arousing. I really could do with a f**k right now.”
“You’ll have no trouble getting that,” Anna told her. “No trouble at
