|She may well satisfy Andy's urges.|
At midnight we were visited by Roger, the campsite owner. He wanted to know when we were going to bed, as there had been numerous complaints from other guests, who had moaned about our language, and lack of respect for others. Andy looked at him and laughed. He said he was on holiday, and holidays were for drinking, eating, and satisfying one's sexual urges. Roger lowered his voice and said he agreed wholeheartedly with what Andy had said, but he had to think about his other guests, especially those with small children. Tony let out a disgustingly loud belch, and said that all small children were bastards. Dave sighed, and asked Roger if he wanted a drink. Roger looked at all of us, chuckled, and asked for a can of strong cider.