He was beyond tired, comically tired, after working flat-out for three weeks, returning home for a few hours here and there only long enough to shower and shave and get a tongue lashing from his wife for abandoning her with the triplets. “What’s he on about?” “Who?” Trevor asked. “Duck. What’s he doing?” Trevor looked at one of the screens. Duck was motoring away under his duvet. “He’s wanking off.” Ben got up to look closer. “He is, isn’t he? For the love of God, he’s watching The Little Mermaid.” “You can’t tell me you never fancied Ariel.” “Oh shut up. You’re talking about one of my girls’ favorite characters.” They both watched the screen anthropologically until Duck was finished. Ben’s mobile vibrated. He read a message then sighed. “What?”
