The two fans let us go, exchanging knowing glances. They must think we’re going off to fuck. Well, let them. They can think whatever they want. I think I want to spend more time with Kylie, and if she’s going to let me, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure that I do.

We walk out of the Tropicana and start down the strip. I’d like to say it was dark, or even twilight. But not in Vegas. The sun may never set on the British Empire, but it never needed to rise in the first place ...