“I was good at it before we met,” Frank assured, grinning. He tumbled and wiggled out of his jeans, and then sort of sprawled there, at a momentary loss.

He grabbed his jeans, before they got too far, and fished out his wallet and the condom that Maria had sent him off with. It seemed stupid to be holding it now. He stared somewhere around Billy’s shoulder, blush creeping up his neck.