Eve and I liked to strip in her bedroom, peeling off layers of clothing one by one, seductively. We were six years old, and I’d just seen the movie Flashdance.

No, get your filthy hands off me! Ray, get him outta here!

– is what we would say to the make-believe men that drunkenly grabbed our arses and the make-believe club-owner-with-a-heart-of-gold, as we danced to Shandi Sinnamon’s He’s a Dream.