Wil said, sitting cross-legged on the floor.Irene gasped. “That can happen?”“Sadly, yes. And I’ll have you know this snatch is not what most people would consider petite. I’ve had some fairly large things in there. Comfortably,” she added with a nod.“So what did you say to him?”“That he was joking if he thought I had a goddamn orifice that could accommodate that. After all, I’m not a fucking manhole.”“You said it, sister,” Irene said, sipping from the flask again.Behind them, Violet and Moxie sat beside each other, waiting for just the right moment to slip out of the room.“Come on,” Violet said softly.“Is it wrong that I want to hear the rest of this?” Moxie asked, intent on Wil’s tale of enormous genitalia.Violet snaked her tongue lightly up Moxie’s ear. “It is, yes,” she murmured. “So wrong that I think you may need to be punished.”“Let’s go,” she said suddenly, picking up Clitty in one hand and pulling Violet into a standing position with the other.They crept out the drawing-room door, nearly colliding with an older couple who were on their way toward the rear of the train.Politely letting them pass, Violet was suddenly panicked to see Cotton making his way through the same door they were en route to.
