As Hamish gently explored, a phrase suddenly appeared in his fuddled consciousness, a phrase which he remembered from his class on forensic medicine. The phrase was digital penetration.
That’s what he was doing now, That was what it would be called if anybody ever knew.
Suddenly Hamish became aware of the appalling risk that he was running. He was committing a serious crime. This crazy drunken improvisation, this sex prank, was assault. He could go to prison.
Hamish began to remove his hand, but reluctantly. And as he did, for a moment he pulled aside the thin, damp gusset of Kelly?s G-string and in that moment, in that one blinding moment of lust, he seriously considered taking his straining, aching erection from inside his own underpants and with it entering Kelly’s unconscious body.
The thought lasted only for a moment. Drunk as he was, the terrible, life changing risks that he had already run were clear to him. In fact it was the momentary contemplation if this even grater abuse that truly brought home to Hamish the gravity of what he had already done.
From the book ‘Dead Famous’ by Ben Elton

Bob Fogarty waited until the following morning’s production meeting to make his complaint. He wanted his objections to be noted publicly. It was difficult for him to find his moment because Geraldine was roaring with laughter so much as she recalled Sally’s unlikely take on the weekly task.
‘All I’m trying to do is persuade them to feel each other up and it turns out I’m a champion of minority rights. Anyway, all ethnic and sexual bollocks aside, Dervla will have to get them out for the lads or nobody gets a drink next week.’
Fogarty had to stand up to get her attention. ‘Geraldine, we are coercing this girl into taking her clothes off against her wishes.’
‘Yes, Bob, we all know that.Why are you standing up ?’
‘Because , I think it’s morally corrupt.’
(From the book Dead Famous, by Ben Elton)

It was not as if Peeping Tom had not put in the effort.
All the ingredients were in place for a television spectacular. There were fireworks, weaving searchlights, rock bands, three separate cherry pickers fot three separate trips across the moat. The world’s press was there, the baying crowds were there. Ghloe the presenter’s wonderful breasts were there, almost entirely on display as they struggled to burst free from the confines of her pink leather bra.
Perhaps the mos intriguingly of all, five out of the six previous evictees were also there. All of the suspects had returned to the scene of the crime.
In fact the ex-housemates were obliged to come back for the final party under the terms of their contracts, but they would probably have come anyway. The lure of fame remained as strong as ever, and with the exception of Woggle, who had jumped bail, Peeping Tom had assembled them all. Even Layla had made the effort and spruced herself up, as had David, Hamish, Sally (who got a huge cheer when she entered, walking slowly but on the way to recovery) and Moon.
Extrac from the book “Dead Famous”

The trouble started when Dervla returned from her second visit to the police station. She was tired and upset after her grilling from Coleridge. Then there had been all the qawpers and reporters outside the house, screaming at her, asking if she had killed Kelly, and if it had been a sex thing. And finally there had been the looks of doubt and suspicion on the faces of her fellow housemates when she re-entered the house. Even Jazz looked worried

Day Seventeen. 10.00 a.m.
Back at work ? It was incredible. Terrible. Devastating.
During all the time she had been in the house, and indeed ever since she had recieved the thrilling news that she had been selected to join the House Arrest team, Layla had hardly dared to think of what she would be doing three days after leaving. Of course, she had allowed herself to dream a little and in her wildest fantasies had imagined herself juggling offers to model gorgeous clothes and to present exciting television programes about beauty products and alternative culture. In her worst moments of fear and doubt she had feared being lampooned in the tabloids and having to go on radio chat shows to defend her dippy-hippie ways. What she never ever imagined, however , was that she would be going back to work

It is an interesting book. The story is about a murder that occurs in a TV contest, named ‘House Arrest’, that copies the idea of the TV programme, we know it in Spain like ‘The Big Brother’.
There it has been a murder in the show, and the police is reviewing all the recorded programmes in order to look for any kind of trace that could lead to find the assassin.
The book describes the show from inside, the manipulation that the contenders suffer from the editors and management of the television, how everything that appears in the homes screen has been set up before the exhibition. How the programme is focused to gain the attention of the viewers. Even the show is absolute rubbish, it only pretends to entertain and catch as much people as possible, to ensure the publicity paying for it. In a word is absolute business, despite de gossip and morbiness kept around the contestants of the programme.