Tut, tut, tut...
It looks like Who Killed Summer's resident bible-bashing virgin, Claire, isn't quite the undriven snow scape she has gone to such lengths throughout this series to convince us she is. In fact, as the evidence here clearly shows us, she is more voracious nymph than virgin bride...
So who's your new friend Claire? Because it certainly doesn't look like the boyfriend you've been boring everyone to near suicide with, by endlessly droning on about these last weeks.
That's right folks, even those amongst us brandishing 'promise rings' - today's equivalent of the chastity belt - aren't quite the 'never been kissed brides' they assure their other halves (that's you Jonathan) they are.
No siree - and all it took was a naff make-over from her fellow contestants; the loan of a slapper's dress courtesy of Emma and a skin full of alcopops at a nearby nightclub and she was practically dragging this poor lump back to her hotel room for..?
Well, let's just say that the room echoed to the sound of ecstatic, orgasmic groans for a good couple of hours before the exhausted stud made good his exit...
Oh, and Claire - there one thing that God loathes even more than a harlot and that's a hypocrite.
