“Where’s your geeky stud-muffin of a boyfriend, then?” Mas asked, stifling a yawn. He opened the cupboard that held the breakfast cereal and glared at the boxes, willing something interesting to materialise among the Shredded Wheat, Bran Flakes and assorted oh-so-healthy chunks of flavourless cardboard. “Jasper got called in to cover at work. And I’ve been up to my folks’ to fetch you something.” “Something for me? Cool. Is it one of your mum’s nudie statues? You should tell her to make gert big cock-and-ball sculptures. I know loads of blokes who’d love to get their hands on one of them.” “You can go tell her yourself,” Lewis said. “She told me to tell you that if you ever need a place to stay, they’ve got plenty of spare rooms.” Mas’s hand stilled on the packet of Bran Flakes. Staying with Lewis’s naturist parents? The thought made him shudder, lovely though they were. “Are you kicking me out?” Lewis folded his arms and sighed. “No, I’m not kicking you out.
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