His Classmates Love Ruining Orgasms

It's ten fifteen on a Thursday night in late June. The school coach is dark. Forty five sixth formers are asleep in their seats on the M23 home from a three day Brighton trip. Mr Beresford the history teacher is unconscious in row three with a thread of drool catching every passing headlight. The driver is somewhere a hundred miles away in his own head. The motorway is empty. The clock at the fron...