She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, seemingly unconcerned over her partial nudity. She made no attempt to cover herself at all. "I remember you from the crowd at the vollyball game. When I lost my top I was embarassed as hell, but I was going to be damned if I'd let anyone see that. I saw every male in the crowd was drooling, but when I looked around and saw you... there was something else in your eyes. You looked so incredibly sad." "I didn't know it showed." Harold mumbled. "I was... well... thinking just about the straight men jerking off tire studs same thing as everybody else." He turned red and averted his eyes in shame. "Oh, I know that." she replied matter-of-factly "I've been getting looks like that since I was twelve years old. I'm used to getting stared at and hit on a lot, so I just learned to deal with it without getting mad. Actually, it does a lot for my ego. I don't know what it was, though, but you really stood out in that crowd, at least to me. I've always been good at picking up feelings." "And you felt sorry for me." Harold said baldly. He should have known he had big mutha truckers tire studs misinterpreted that look. "When our eyes met that time, I almost thought, well..." She smiled and patted a place on the bed next to her. "Why not come over here and sit down? You can't be too comfortable all curled up in a ball in the corner." Harold sighed and got up painfully. She was right. It wasn't too comfortable. He sat on the bed about two feet away from her. It took considerable effort to keep his eyes off her chest. He was surprised to find his mouth had gone dry and his heart was pounding. "Um, can I ask a question?" big muscle hunks tire studs
