Back downstairs the rum was poured, another large one. I had lost count of how many I'd had. My head told me it was a fair few, and I should go home, but I wanted, no needed to hear the rest. Tony had never, in all the years I'd known him told me about his arse being played with. Although I had never mentioned to him about Sue pegging me, perhaps when the time is right I might, just might, tell him that story and how that...