Page 114 of Inbetweeners
“Change of subject while we eat, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Have you ever been fisted?”
Emmett almost spat out the mouthful of wine he’d just taken.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Phoenix grinned.
“You are such a dick.”
“You’ve seen it. Touched it. Felt it. Want more of it.”
“I wondered where you were. I began to think Vin had taken over.” Emmett glared. “Haveyouever been fisted?”
“Nope.”
“Fisted someone?”
“Nope.”
“Why the hell did you ask me then?”
“I wanted to see your reaction.”
“Couldn’t you have waited until my mouth was empty?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Emmett rolled his eyes. But the pizza was so good, lots of lovely melted cheese, that he forgot to be annoyed. For a change, he was eating faster than Phoenix.
“A knife and fork to eat pizza?” Phoenix gaped at him.
“It’s less messy.”
Now Phoenix was the one who rolled his eyes. “Have you ever done anything kinky, apart from eat pizza with a knife and fork?”
“I occasionally like to be choked with decorative gourds. It’s called Autumn-Erotic Asphyxiation.”
Phoenix gaped at him, then gave a loud laugh. “Funny guy.”
“Sometimes. Mostly not.” David hadn’t thought he was funny at all. Every time Emmett had tried to tell a joke, David had scoffed or beaten him to the punch line, so he’d stopped telling them.
“What made you decide to work for the lifeboat service?” Emmett asked.
“I like boats.”
Emmett looked across the table. “That’s it?”
Phoenix shrugged.
“I don’t believe you. Well, I believe you like boats, but that’s not a reason to do that particular job.”
“Okay, clever dick. Why did I take the job?”
“Tell me what you did before?”
“I was a fisherman.”
