““It’s too bad your not being able to come,’ said David Windfall to his wife, slipping a couple of condoms into the inside pocket of his dinner jacket, just in case. ‘Have fun, darling,’ gasped Jane, longing for him to leave. ‘It won’t be fun without you,’ said David, wondering whether two condoms were enough. ‘Don’t be silly, darling, you’ll forget about me on the motorway.’ David couldn’t be bothered to contradict the truth of this assertion. ‘I hope you feel better tomorrow,’ he said instead. ‘I’ll call you first thing.’ ‘You’re an angel,’ said his wife. ‘Drive carefully.””
