Chapter 572 The Neighbour's Son:(Mature/Taboo Fuck):>Ep12

• 'We have a lovely garden shed,' David suggested, voice dropping into that particular register he uses when proposing something wildly inappropriate with the casual air of someone suggesting a cup of Earl Grey. The same tone he used when he whispered that we should corner the Dean's wife in the faculty cloakroom at last year's Christmas party.
• The garden shed that's been standing since before Brexit, with that monstrous garden spider that migrated in during the heatwave of 2017 and apparently claimed squatter's rights. I'd christened him Boris after watching him build elaborate webs that trapped unsuspecting creatures before dismantling them with ruthless efficiency. He watches me garden with eight beady, judgemental eyes whenever I deadhead the roses without gloves or forget to water the herbs David insists on growing despite neither of us cooking more than twice a year.
• 'I'd like that very much,' he replied, with barely contained enthusiasm practically vibrating beneath his public-school composure -- the sort they drill into boys at places like Eton until it becomes reflexive, like saying 'please' or writing thank-you notes to elderly relatives for Christmas socks.