Clive shrugged and blushed a little. "Well, I don't really mean shagged to death. I guess I was just thinking that at least Lloyd got one last shag in before he went. I saw her coming out last night. Not much of a looker, but she screamed like a banshee. Must've been right brilliant in the sack."
Rowland smacked Clive in the shoulder. "Shut up, she doesn't want to hear about that shite. He was her bloody brother." He looked at her apologetically. "Sorry, Penelope."