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I
AM
AFRAID
I
DO
NOT
GET
OUT
AS
MUCH
AS
I
WOULD
LIKE
TO
.
PLEASE
EXPLAIN
THIS
.
DOES
IT
HAVE
TO
DO
WITH
SEX
?
’
Not
unless
we
pull
up
sharp
,
old
boy
,
if
you
know
what
I
mean
?
’
said
his
lordship
,
and
nudged
his
unseen
fellow
guest
with
his
elbow
.
’
Ouch
,
’
he
said
.
A
crash
up
ahead
marked
the
demise
of
the
cold
buffet
.
NO
.
’
What
?
’
I
DO
NOT
KNOW
WHAT
YOU
MEAN
.
’
Mind
the
cream
there
,
it
’
s
slippery
–
look
,
it
’
s
just
a
dance
,
all
right
?
You
do
it
for
fun
.
’
FUN
.
’
That
’
s
right
.
Dada
,
dada
,
da
–
kick
!
’
There
was
an
audible
pause
.
WHO
IS
THIS
FUN
?
