“Either they fall down, or they make me look like Tintin," Ben complained. "It's all right for Fritz - he's the same shape as those plastic blokes in the window.” — Kate Saunders Copy Share Image
“Either they fall down, or they make me look like Tintin," Ben complained. "It's all right for Fritz - he's the same shape as… — Kate Saunders Copy Share Image
“Ben sighed, his mouth crammed with biscuit. "You don't trust us at all, do you? You think we're going to whip out our knobs… — Kate Saunders Copy Share Image
“Nostalgia pierced me. I started to cry. I wasn't sad, but remembered happiness hurts.” — Kate Saunders Copy Share Image
“A memory flashed back at me, of his willy bobbing about while he wrestled with his briefcase - well dignity and nudity aren't often… — Kate Saunders Copy Share Image
