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"Back then", says Carl, "I also knew a professional dominatrix", and he adds wistfully, "She was a tranny." "She was a transwoman", corrects Carey. "Yeah she was that too", he says, not quite pokers-face. "Stella was actually a hermaphrodite. Kenny, you only met Stella yesterday." "Did I?" and the awkward pause says we had better not venture any further. "She was at Jesus' mansion yesterday", says Erik whose shin I am immediately kicking under the table. "Ow",, you don't have to kick me ", he whines, spearing a couple of French fries with his fork. "My foot must have slipped", and I cannot conceal the grin that must be creeping across my face right now. "Yesterday", says Kenny very patiently, "I was in Duncan, being woken at five by a phone call from Amaris. We drove in her car to the ferry and now here we are." And naturally, Kenny, now having no memory of where we were yesterday and overnight, seems completely unaware of how slackjawed we are right now.