Rebecca watches from afar as the football is freed from the wasps’ nest. A vested boy jabs hard with a broken tree branch, the football rolls out pursued by buzzing black dots, causing the boys to retreat in unison. Moment later they’re playing again. Rebecca turns to Johnny. ‘I don’t like you us...
‘Nothing,’ he says, panting, the phone gripped between his shoulder and his ear. ‘Nothing beats there.’ Roger treats his penis to a few pleasurable touches and then straightens his head, catching his mobile one-handed as it falls. ‘Right. OK . . . Right,’ says Anka Kudolski on the television scre...