Hi Jonny (by the way, really looking forward to meeting you at new year!)
Yes, he knew that I knew. There's a bit of a PS to the story. Later that second night I ran into him on Bangla. The LB had gone home for the night; they'd had a bit of a row. (I managed to avoid asking him if he was feeling sore about something). He asked me if I fancied a drink and we went to a quiet bar in Sansabai and got hammered on vodka while he poured his heart out. He said he was sooooo confused! The night before had been the first time she'd done his back door in. She'd just given him a fantastic BJ, he'd fallen back on the pillows in happy ecstacy, then the next thing he knew she'd flipped him over and BANG! He sort of went along with it because he was really struck on her, but he wasn't sure whether he could put up with any more of that malarkey in the future. I sympathised with his predicament. Well you would, wouldn't you?
After that we went over to that late night bar next door to your Irish mate's bar and picked up another 2 LBs. When I came back to the hotel with mine at about 4 am, I found him in the lobby out the front of our little hotel, getting up to absolute shenanigans with his. So it wasn't taking him long to get used to his new hobby.
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