““How can my dad, my dad of all people, know about rimming? I’m astounded, I’m mortified, and I’m everything in-between. I have to be imagining this – have sex on the brain – or maybe this is one of those twisted bad dreams you daren’t confess to anyone? I mean, there’s company present so they can’t really be talking about this can they? In fact, I’m certain now I think about it, Dad must have said riding is all the rage in the New Forest. On horses, that is. Oh. Disturbing thoughts again. Vomit.””
