Where Diane was close to naked, Roland stood in his dungarees and chambray with his waistcoat buttoned tight. He ran his fingers over his lips, his mouth watering at the sight of all the flesh on offer.

Then a young man who reminded him some of Eddie, with his dark hair and his laughing eyes, came over to him. He smiled coy and began to unbutton the waistcoat. Roland stood, happy to allow him. Waistcoat, then chambray, and then Roland's eyes closed as the young man began to pull the shirt off his shoulders. A young woman joined in, caressing his back and reaching round to feel his chest.