By God, I am not doing another picture ever, unless I get final cut. He delivered this last into Brice's face, accenting it with a triple too heavy paw pat on the cheek. Brice forced a grin. This was familiar small talk. His mind was on weightier matters.
Time is money.
The grab in Brice's gut warned him to stop thinking, settle down his stomach for lunch, so he wouldn't just be drinking Maalox. They were almost to the door when it happened. Had Kelly followed the crowd, gone directly to lunch without volunteering to help her brother move some lamps, it would never have happened. As they passed, the super star, with a smirk and a wink to his companions, dragged his hand lightly, caressingly, across Kelly's tempting bottom. Having played touch football with her brothers and their friends as far back as she could remember, when tackled by some fresh new kid and touch went to feel, it triggered instant response from Kelly, long remembered by previous recipients.