Chapter 8
A small delay in the Suez Canal caused by a pair of container ships going slower than a rainy Sunday could not dampen the spirits of the crew aboard The Phantom. The Mediterranean was just a few hundred metres away and the first half of their journey was nearing its conclusion.
Toby and Bird were lying naked in hammocks, enjoying the sun and swapping stories about the first time they had s*x.
“Mine was in the backseat of a married man’s car,” said Toby.
Bird started chuckling. “Dirty bastard. How old were you?”
“Fifteen.”
“So he was a dirty old bastard then?”
Toby shook his head. “Nope. He was about thirty and I was the one who went after him. I was in the supermarket getting some chips or something after school and this guy in a suit came in. He was hot. Tall, tanned, and
