[...] Dale was very sweaty, I didn’t like that I didn’t want it dripping on me – was he enjoying it? – I don’t know I don’t know what it must feel like to be right the way inside a woman who likes you a great deal but really doesn’t want you to be doing that and has said so and isn’t moving a single muscle, is just lying there, maybe he thought that that’s what women did, protest a bit then just lie there, staring into space wincing now and then when they felt a drop of sour booze sweat land on their delicate female skin, poor Dale. [...]