He stood up, moved behind my chair and cupped my head between his hands as if it was an exhibit in a court case and he the prosecuting lawyer. ‘… but how do you explain this?’ ‘Being in love doesn’t mean you stop appreciating the aesthetic beauty of those around you.’ ‘Around you and inside you, I expect you mean,’ said Georgie, with disgust. ‘I see no point in us trying to score points over each other. ‘Sammy flicked him away. ‘We’re both in the same boat, quite literally. Don’t be so annoying. We’ve been round the block enough times to have — finally — separated love from lust. Our lovely JD here,’ he gestured towards me, ‘must not be confused with the real thing. His carnal deliveries may keep us going, but he’s just the irrigation system while we await the inevitable, deadly drought.’ ‘From the look of your skin that drought arrived some time ago,’ spat Georgie. Sammy’s eyes were full of tears. ‘You always have confused wit and cruelty,’ he said.
