It’s cold outside but inside the Capri it’s fire-hot.

Bodie loosens his collar with one hand, the other still on the wheel, and momentarily glances into the mirror. Sees Doyle snogging whatshername on the back seat.

Doyle’s hand drops to the girl’s blouse and Bodie cranes his neck to see better. Misses a van by mere inches.

He’s ashamed to admit it but it’s turning him on something rotten.

And Doyle knows. Watches Bodie watching in the mirror, grins as he makes the girl come with his hand.

Bodie can’t wait to get home to do the same to Doyle.

-- THE END --

December 2005