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Damaged goods

... into the bench's ineffective cushion. He pushed her change across the table. "This your local?" "One of them. Doesn't get much better than this." Ryan made a show of looking up and down the length of the pub. "They had three-for-two on tumbleweed I see." Melody smiled and took a deep pull at her pint after they chinked glasses. Ryan also drank, wiping froth from his lip afterwards. "That guy who served me, the NBA could probably use his earlobes as basketball hoops." "Corey? He looks hard, but he's decent. I don't go for the spacer look myself." "Me neither, but I've been told I have an ear shape that'd make it look good." He traced one to reinforce the point. "Got any ink?" She swilled the bubbles from the edge of her glass and took a second mouthful, longer than the first. He watched her neck ripple as she swallowed. "A little." Rule three : Girls who indelibly decorated their bodies gave it up more easily than those who didn't . They were more willing to take risks and placed less value on sex as an act. That also corroborated that she wasn't a churchgoer. Most women of faith that Ryan had met wouldn't mark their bodies out of respect and held deeper principles than atheists. With the possible exception of Catholics who were all sluts when the lights were off. "I assume it's nothing overused, like a Chinese symbol in your sacrum?" "You assume correct. An Egyptian ankh if you must know." "Ahhh, the symbol of life. Somewhere more interesting than your lower back?" ...

... "Undoubtedly." "Anywhere you can show me?" She gave a coy smile. "No." Ryan's erection stirred once again. She was becoming more alluring by the moment. Forcing himself to watch some unidentifiable team's goal replaying on the muted TV over the bar, he took a swig of his own pint and felt the bubbles race down his throat. Returning his attention to her, he noticed her irritation. "Twenty-two men more interesting than me?" "I told you, you're not my type." "So what is your type? Shy? Easily impressed by the macho swagger fresh from the gym?" She brought her hand to her face in mock surprise. "Tell me you're not gay." He pulled a face. "Hardly." Sliding a beer mat under his drink, he counted off the qualities on his fingers. "One: strong. Two: willing to take a risk. Three: dirty." "Unwashed?" "You know what I mean." "Moi? I'm innocent." "Sure you are. Apple of Daddy's eye, studied hard, good grades, and been a contract negotiator right out of school." "Not exactly. Had a stint at a law firm, back when I thought that was what I wanted to do. Lasted about nine months. And I had a holiday job at Burger King." Ryan laughed and Melody was indignant. "Fuck you, Ryan Noble. You're not all that, with your big brown eyes, chiselled jaw and boyish looks. What are you, a model?" He wiped his mouth, still chuckling. "Used to be." "For real?" He nodded. "Underwear." "Don't believe you. Show us a pose then." He eyed her for a moment, unsuccessfully trying to imagine her with a baseball cap flipping ...