There must have been a spillage at a nearby Viagra factory, because everyone’s got the horn in Summer Bay today. Sally’s barely got her dressing gown fastened as she sneaks Brad out of her boudoir. God forbid anyone should find out Sal’s been making the beast with two backs with her boss and partner in mourn. Brad manages to slip out just before Martha staggers in from her night on the tiles with The Eyebrow, all dizzy eyes and gnashing teeth. Sal wants to break her news to the kids in the right way, at the right time - in a family meeting. She smoothes her bed-head barnet and snaps into matron mode, barely flinching when Ric mentions he heard voices last night. She blanches when the little bugger asks what she and Brad are up to that evening, but Ric’s mind is elsewhere.Rebel rebelClandestine affairs couldn’t be further from Tony’s mind as he surveys the mess at the Surf Club. It looks like a gang of toddlers ran rampage in the place overnight. He looks on glumly as the police dust for prints, reassuring them the money will be tucked up in the safe…only it’s not, of course. Tony stomps round to Summer Bay House to give Martha a piece of his mind - she’s stuffed up again. Alf wouldn’t stand for this! Martha refuses to drop the attitude. Cam thinks she needs some independence and offers to swoop her off to a job at his own Yabbie Creek drinking den, promising she’ll earn more money in a night there than in a week at the poxy Surf Club. It sounds a bit dodgy to us, but go on Martha, you’re all grown up, you show ‘em. Tony’s at his wits’ end. “That beautiful woman that I used to know is buried deep under all of that anger...” he sighs. But he better stay the hell out of Martha’s life, or else.Willing and ableLike all young men fresh out of jail, Ric’s got romance on the brain. He and Matilda are so loved up they could explode. Ric thanks Mattie for sticking by him so valiantly while he was locked up; she pouts coquettishly and suggests he treat her like a goddess as payback. She’s got other ideas about how he can thank her as well, dirty ones. After a pash on the living room floor, Mattie points out that they have the house to themselves and now would be a good time for a spot of bedroom dancing. “I’m ready,” she purrs. But Ric’s a gentleman; he wants to make love to his damsel on a bed of flowers.

That night he clears the dirty mags and tissues from his room and places a box of condoms within reaching distance of the bed before popping down to see what Sal’s up to. Sal buries her head in a crossword and bids Ric goodnight, before issuing a booty call to Brad. Matilda glides through Ric’s window and the fun begins.

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