"I've probably written some of it. Nineinchnancy? That's me." She smiles in a way that makes it sincerely hard to tell whether she's joking or legitimate about her foray into adult fiction. Why write about it when she lives it? To give the people what they want, obviously. She can spill the real T. Which, incidentally, she intends to do now.

"We slept together. A lot." She says curtly. There shouldn't be a reason to lie and if there is, there's a problem. "It was just about that at first, but I guess he has a personality somewhere in that blond, coconut head of his." She rolls her eyes dramatically and then realises she should stop making this about her. "So, have you ever..Eee-ee." She trails off and pulls a face before she makes her point by imitating the sound of a mattress squeaking. "Y'know?"