“No way! No f*****g way!”
“Fine.” Trevor turned on his heel and made for the door.
“No, Trev, wait. Oh fuck.” Paul pulled at his hair in frustration before whirling on Thommo. “He’s a damn good bowler, best this team’ll ever see.”
“He’s a poofter, that’s what he is. And I ain’t sharing a dressing room with him. f**k, it isn’t safe. One look at my privates and he’d…he’d…”
“I’ve got news for you, honey,” Trevor said, sibilance at full force. He had one hand on the door knob, the other against his hip. “I wouldn’t even let you f**k me with someone else’s dick.” He flounced out, slamming the door behind him.
The others in the room who had previously been standing around saying nothing, burst into laughter.
“That was funny.”
“I’ll have to remember that one,” a second player said.
Paul c
