“Sand!” Irene said in mock outrage. “You’re not going,” Mrs Braithwaite told Irene straight out when she asked, “Club 18-30 holidays what ever next!”
“But it’s not our Mam,” Irene insisted, “It’s club 18-22 and its completely different, look there’s phone number and they do mentoring and everyone has to be in their room by eleven at night!”
“And its very reasonable price considering,” Sandra, Irene’s friend from college insisted. They had managed to fall asleep on the bathroom floor with the double ended dildo still inside themselves after drinking far more delicious complimentary 35% proof Orange juice and Vodka than was wise. “Oi, whats your game,” Irene protested when Justin tapped her on the shoulder and politely explained she would have to leave, “They’re kicking us out,” she explained to Tom and Gerald as they changed ends.
