"Chris, do you remember my friend Hillary?" Becky called to me from the kitchen. "The one with the nice arse," I replied, raising my voice above its natural level, so I could be heard from across large open plan living area, where I was just packing my case for work. The comment was a throwaway one, and I didn't need to turn around to sense the frown forming of on my wife's face. It
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