Intrepid
I followed them into the empty bedroom, stood with Oliver behind me blocking the door while the other man went for a bedside lamp. He flicked it on, illuminating the room a little more warmly than I might have feared. The activities in this house were such that you might expect only the dingiest kind of light, the barest of rooms. But then, it’s not your middle-class types who throw Wednesday night sex parties with well over a dozen invites, is it? I was still glad this room wasn’t palatial,...