She grinned, and held out a stack of DVDs and magazines I’d have sworn hadn’t been in the house moments before. All featuring a certain black-haired, fresh-faced young pop star, naturally.
“Um, thanks,” I said, actually meaning it a bit. “Oh, but I’ve got this one already.” I handed the mag back, but she didn’t take it.
“Oh, I threw the old one out for you. The pages in the middle were all stuck together. You know, I hear some guys jerk off into a sock to stop that happening. Now, I’ve got to go, darling. Ken’s taking me out to a gig, so have a nice night—and wicked dreams! And make sure you come round to mine and tell me all about them tomorrow!”
If there’s reincarnation, I swear I’m coming back as an earthworm. And it’ll be an improvement.
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I looked quickly back at my bed, wh
