Goldfish “You’re so fucking unbelievable, John,” Andrea let rip into John the moment they returned to their cabin. “A bloody hypocrite.” “What the hell do you mean?” he snapped back as she emerged from the bathroom. “Yesterday, you quite happily stuck a finger up my arse and said you loved it and wanted more. Today, you criticised your sister for doing the same.” She slammed her makeup bag on the table. John waved an arm about his head. “There is a big difference between what we do and what happened up there!” “Don’t be ridiculous! They have the experience to do the stuff we just talk about.” “Stop being flippant about it all, then.” He sat on the bed. “Flippant! They take what they do extremely seriously. You heard Jason. Very safety conscious, too. You overreacted!” She tried to apply lipstick in the mirror with a shaky hand and gave up.
