"Oh my God." Neil's eyes opened to see another strange bedroom. This time, the light came streaming through a pair of floral curtains. He pushed back the duvet to reveal his body - naked apart from a pair of towelling socks. And once again his bum hole had that open feeling. The door burst open and an angry Simon marched into the bedroom wearing a pair of rubber gloves and carrying a bin liner. "Cover yourself up, you pervert!" he shouted. Neil pulled the duvet back over himself, as the thought flickered across his brain that maybe Simon was the one he'd been involved with last night. "Simon, what have we been doing?" he asked.
"We? What have YOU been doing? You've been in the bathroom shoving Duplo up your arse! There are shitty Duplo bricks all over the bathroom mat! That's the last time I invite you to my auntie's holiday cottage. My little cousin plays with those bricks! We'll have to throw them away now, and YOU'RE paying for a new set!" With that, he marched back out of the bedroom.
"And that's how it happened", said Neil to Will a few hours later as they wandered back from the local shop. Will looked disturbed, as well he might. Mr. Gilbert, Jay, his Mum. "Neil, promise me you'll never tell me anything about your dreams again", he said prissily. "Or what you like to do with plastic bricks."
"Okay", replied Neil brightly. "Anyway, that's two out of three for the wank bank." Will stood rooted to the spot as Neil went on his merry way, swinging his shopping bag. Will had long had to deal with the fact that his Mum was a fixture in his friends' collective wank bank but... two out of three? Was the other one of the two Jay... or Mr. Gilbert?
Will shook his head and hurried to catch up with possibly the most liberated of his three friends.