“Suck my finger.”
“No, he doesn’t say that yet.”
“When does he say it then?”
“He must wait a beat.”
“The beat is so crucial.”
“She’s working on him.”
“By the way, where are they?”
“You’ve forgotten.”
“In the Jacuzzi?”
“That’s right. There’s Live and Let Die on the soundtrack.”
“The Wings’ song? McCartney?”
“No, Guns ‘n Roses.”
“That’s more like it.”
“She’s wearing a gold swimsuit.”
“Are you sure that’s not too tacky?”
“We are not making an art movie here, honey. There are a gold taps on the Jacuzzi; ergo she is wearing a gold swimsuit.”
“If you say so, but I would prefer it if she was in a onesie.”
“Are you serious? She hasn’t got the right assets for a onesie.”
“Well, didn’t you say he had a pair of scissors?”
“We left them in the bedroom.”
“We did? – Oh, I forgot she disarmed him. Frankly, he seems to be such a half-hearted intruder.”
“That is where you are wrong, sweetie. She is more powerful than him.”
“He has no hope.”
“Absolutely. He is disarmed, overwhelmed. In her clutches.”
“Sorry. I don’t get it.”
“What?”
“Why does he get to say suck my finger?”
“’Cos she bit it.”
“She did. She’s a monster.”
“A beautiful monster, nevertheless.”
“She wants to kiss it better.”
“That’s right. She feels guilty.”
“I like it. Character motivation…”
“You’ve gone quiet on me. What’s the matter, sugar?”
“Nothing.”
“Spit it out.”
“I was just wondering… would you be a sweetie and suck my finger?”
*
“Did you ever share a Jacuzzi?”
“Once in the south of France,” said George. “Sven was very successful at getting us onto large yachts.”
“You never told me about that.”
“What goes on in Saint Tropez stays in Saint Tropez.”