“Right then,” says the big man. “See you at eight o’clock then.”
But once again he pauses and turns back, scratching his beard: “So I probably also need to tell you: there might be some pretty wild sex.”
The guy perks up a bit at that.
“Well, you know, we are all consenting adults. And after all this time out here alone, I don’t think I’d have any problem with some intimate company if that’s what happens.”
“OK then,” says the man. “Well, see you Saturday.” And with that he turns and starts to stroll away.
