It’s Wednesday, which means lesbians: Darla Shotz leans back into the couch, grimacing, as Cherry Glow leers at her pussy. Cherry’s house, Dexter notices, looks like every other porn house. He can reflect on such matters now, having finished a couple of minutes ago.

“Hey,” grunts Bran next to him, and Dexter holds the red Tupperware cup out to his left. Bran caught for him, earlier, so it’s only fair. Dexter doesn’t look, and tries not to listen; that would be weird.

On screen, Darla and Cherry have mounted a double-ended dildo. Each needs two hands to support her own breasts.