“Are you checking out my tits?”
“Erm, yes: I mean, no. Sorry.”
“Dirty bugger. Here, have a proper look.”
She pulls down her tight purple top. A bare boob pops out. Barry blushes but can’t keep his eyes off the exposed nipple.
“Listen, I eat incels like you for breakfast, but luckily I’m hungry right now. What time d’you get off work?”
“Five.”
“Be outside at five. Bring these.”
She takes a makeup pencil and writes on his arm:
Cable ties
Lube
Cucumber
Barry stares bemused at the list. What can it mean?
He’ll sure as hell find out.
