“I … the Mount Macedon murderer …”
“Fuck me sideways with a wet banana! C'mon let's get you out of here! Here ...” And completely unselfconsciously he took hold of Cody's hands and started to saw at the cord with the secateurs. The cord parted suddenly and Cody felt a wave of emotions fill him: gratitude, relief, and quickly following, a sudden intense determination to get his life right. Whatever happened now with him and Phillippa, with him and Luigi, he'd been given his life back. And he was going to make the best of it.
“Thank you!” he whispered. He could have kissed the other man. But he didn't.
“No worries, mate! Glad to help. Now … you need some gear. Some pants at least!” and he grinned. There's prolly a pair of boardies in the boot. Hang on.” He went round to the other side of the car and pressed the boot release. He frootled round in the boot before exclaiming, “Hah! I knew there were some here.” He chucked a pair of floral Billabong boardies to Cody. They were dusty and worn, but fitted fine. Cody was glad his gayness or bisexuality or whatever the fuck it was had made him keep on trying to have a slim body.
“Thank you!” he said again, wondering how you could ever thank enough someone who saved your life.
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