"Not going to work, lover," Doyle said sadly. "Things you can get your cock into and things you can't, and this is one of 'em."

Bodie hated to admit defeat. "Just one more try?"

"No good, sweetheart. Too fragile to take it. And the sheets are getting all sticky and revolting."

"But I really love--"

"Can't always screw what you love, sunshine. Have to do the oral thing, won't you?"

"Well, next time I fancy a dessert break and you tell me to go and fuck my bloody swiss roll, I'm not stopping till I've bloody well done it!"

-- THE END --

September 5, 1999