Chapter 9As they queued in the bank, Bobby smiled to himself at how solicitous Phil was being. At breakfast, he’d told Phil he needed to get a few things from the shops, but more importantly, he had to deposit the week’s takings. There were a handful of cheques but most of it was cash and Bobby had asked—half joking—if Phil would act as his bodyguard. It was a role the man seemed to relish. Bobby had never had any problems carrying cash in the past, but, as Phil had said, crime was increasing, and Bobby was something of a target. Though he hated to admit it, Phil had a point.
“If I’m not working, I’ll take you from now on,” Phil had insisted.
Bobby imagined Phil had puffed out his chest when he’d said it, and the thought of that had Bobby’s d**k plumping up. Which was not a desirable sta
