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“What’d I say about the internet?”
Robbie looks up from the laundry he’s folding.
“It’s Amazon!”
“It’s a bondage collar!”
“How’d you...”
“Browser history. Which is why...”
“Yeah, okay...”
“Besides, ordinary household items work fine,” James observes, smirking, grabbing a wooden spoon and swatting Robbie lightly on the arse.
“Oi!”
“You’ve always improvised before,” he adds, gesturing at a lavender sock. “Why change now?”
“Because I wanted to do it properly, you daft sod! Do right by you!”
“You are all I need.”
* * *
Much later, James asks, “So, when does it arrive?”
“Erm, about that...”
“No more internet for you!”