No answer.

‘Sean, mate. You awake?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Can’t sleep. You?’
‘No. Too much noise from the rest of the lads. SHUT UP OUT THERE!’
A voice from a nearby tent: ‘Sorry sarge.’
‘Fucking cadets.’
‘What’s the time?’
‘How the fuck do I know Pete?’
‘Must be late.’
‘Get to sleep.’
‘Can’t.’
‘Something on your mind?’
‘Yeah. Something with big tits and the tightest, wettest slit.’
‘Go on.’
‘What d’you mean go on?’
‘Tell me more Pete. Tell me what she’s doing.’