bouncer at my age.” “How old are you?” He told her. “How old are you?” he asked.

“You’re not supposed to ask a woman her age.” “Didn’t know that.” “I’m

thirty-one.” She reached out and felt his shoulder. “You look old in the face.

But you’re jacked like an athlete. You ever think of having a face-lift?” “May

be hard for you to believe, but it’s never crossed my mind.” Her interest

obviously growing, she felt his bicep. “I’m serious, I bet you don’t have any

body fat at all.” She tugged at his shirt. “You got a six-pack under there? Guys

your age always have potbellies.

 

But not you.” He felt her fingers flit over his crotch.

 

He gently nudged her hand away and said, “How’s your head?” She straightened and

stared out the windshield. “I don’t get hangovers. I just pass out when I drink

too much. I’m fine. And I’m hungry.” She looked out the window. “There’s an IHOP

a half mile up ahead. Let’s get some breakfast.” He pulled into the parking lot

and she led him into the place, which was about half full at this hour. They

ordered coffee and food.

 

She played with her paper napkin and stared over at him. “Why are you a

bouncer?” “Only job I could find.” “I don’t have a job, not really.” “What do

you do with your time, then?” “Pretty much whatever I want.” “Must be nice.”

“You think?” “I don’t know. I’ve always had to work. But I guess it’s good to

have some purpose.” “Josh is a dick.” “I thought you were friends.” And lovers,

he thought. “We are, but he’s still a dick. Don’t you have any dick friends?”

Rogers shook his head. “I don’t have any friends.” Their coffee came, followed