She wondered if there were condoms in the mustard tin. No reason why there shouldn't be, they were there last time she looked: February 1987, Vince, a hairy-backed Chemical Engineer who had blown his nose on her pillowcase. Happy days, happy days...
She wondered if there were condoms in the mustard tin. No reason why there shouldn't be, they were there last time she looked: February 1987, Vince, a hairy-backed Chemical Engineer who had blown his nose on her pillowcase. Happy days, happy days...