Charles sighed. No, he didn't discuss anything with Jane unless she wanted to talk about it. He thought the one thing discussed had been Margaret, perhaps once, but that was it. Groupies... no, that was another matter. He looked up at the naked women dancing over by the stripper pole and shut his eyes.
Had Jane given him "leave" to fuck one of them so they would be "even"? Was that what Harry had been saying? No... god's blood, it was difficult to think at the moment. But if Jane ever learned that one of them had her pretty lips 'round his cock, he very much doubted he could forgive himself.
He placed a steadying hand on Anthony, nodding his head. "Yes, you're right, of course," he whispered, and would have suggested that the party continue had Harry not spoken. Without a word, Charles glared at his friend and threw another punch at him.