The path of least resistance [Serena]

[Lucas Blacke]

The call he was kinda dreading had happened. Both reluctantly and with a small bit of hope he answered Serena's call. Yes he kind of despised her, but truth be told she had been kind of correct in what she said, no way would he admit to someone being right all the way. No, the kind of all the way he went was behind him. He hoped.

He wasn't quite sure on what she meant by hanging out indoors, but if she was mature enough to actually call him even if in a fit of boredom he should also be a bit bigger and welcome her into his home, giving her a second chance. Still the confusion of why she contacted him never left, maybe she saw something he didn't. Hadn't he fucked up royally? They did run in total silence before, and the way they split, while not hostile did not look fun. Sadly she did look fun, and that was activating a part of Lucas he tried to hate, but was really failing to do.

Luke wanted to flirt with her and kind of take her up on her offer, but the part of him that didn't was a slight bit stronger. It was the thought of him getting back with a certain girl that forced him not to sleep around anymore, but the other part of him countered that by making him think he didn't stand a chance, that she'd never want him back after what he had done. Damage is done, if you do it once, make sure it lasts. Damn that part of him making an odd amount of sense in some way, thing was that he failed to see it as a mistake. Well, the first time was a mistake, but repeating it would not be, or so he hoped.

But he shouldn't. She offered to be just friends back then and actually didn't force him to do anything, she was nice and understanding, and really just saying how she felt about things. If push ever came to shove about that he'd blame his Texan background.

Those were thoughts for another day though as he rolled up in front of Hammel with In Flames blasting from the speakers in his car as he then looked around for Serena. They'd agreed on him picking her up, and then chilling at his house. Which actually would be the first time he had people over, both exciting and scary, and doubly so because he would be alone with Serena. How often had he ever been alone with a girl and not.. you know?

Still, they arrived at his house pretty much free of wounds and he quickly let her in as he fumbled his keys. He instantly apologized and blamed it being new. And silently he blamed his ability for not complying.

[Serena Varsair]

Serena was abysmally bored. In a couple days, they'd be going on that lake retreat, and she was sure she'd have a good time, but to be honest, she really didn't want to spend the last day or two before it around campus and the same people she'd be huddled with for the long weekend.

That's why she called Lucas. She hoped she could have a nice quiet time with him (besides, she was curious about him and his seemingly conflicting personality traits). Plus, some small part of her still felt she owed him another chance. Yes, their last meeting was chaotic and hormonal, leaving them both unhappy (as far as she could tell, anyway). But, she had a small personal breakthrough in that she finally (in a rather bursting way) had been able to explain to someone how she was and them accept it. Serena knew her approach to life was different. And yet back here in America, it somehow felt like it was not only different but a "bad kind" of different.

She had figured out with him though that regardless of how it was thought about, it was what she wanted. And that was why, dressed in a tight dark blue tank top that revealed just a hint of the top of her chest (and fully exposed her stomach and waist), white pants, brown boots, and a short-sleeve unbuttoned brown jacket, she waited for him to arrive to pick her up.

She wore a small amount of makeup (nothing more than usual), and had her hair nicely brushed but otherwise free to fall around her shoulders, neck, and back. Lastly, for the first time out in awhile, she had opted to where her glasses. Her eyes had been getting a bit bothered by her overuse of contacts over the past couple weeks.

The car ride to his house was fairly uneventful. She mostly twirled her hair, and marveled at the size of his house as they approached. A small part of Serena wished she were closer to Lucas, as she'd love to give that adorable face a kiss as thanks for the escape from school, but she doubted he'd respond to it all that pleasantly.

Sighing faintly as he fumbled with the keys, she softly told him, "Don't worry about it, I was the same way when I first got keys for my house in France." Her accent was softly there, but she wasn't trying all that hard for American or French, and it defaulted to the former with only a small hint of the latter.

Walking in, she asked, "So, you got anything to eat?" She wasn't really feeling like lunch, and her body was raising hell with her. Even with the large breakfast she had had and the lack of exercise run that morning, her body was still burning through what it had fast.

[Lucas Blacke]

When he was experiencing trouble with his keys which he assumed was because of his ability malfunctioning she reassured him he wasn't the only one it happened to. Sadly, it was. His ability would have been able to make him do the most awesome stuff with his keys otherwise, but instead it did nothing, not even hold on to the damn thing. So basically Lucas was getting a bit agitated by the way she said it like it was no big deal when instead it was a big deal. So what she didn't see was the Texan making faces and silently repeating her words behind her back. Suddenly he was glad he blew her off.

Still, she gave him a second chance so even if he wasn't going to give her one he should at least let her give him what she wanted, which in this case was apparently a second chance. The only snag she caught at doing that at the time was his confusion regarding stuff, and while he was trying to keep it at bay he was constantly scared of it seeping through to everyday life. His ability had been acting up several times, he had gone days without being able to speak which made his time at college a pure hell and he found out that he was a regular klutz without his ability to back him up.

''Nothin' ta eat.'' He replied sternly, closing the door as he stepped in and expertly throwing his keys on the table behind them without so much as a glance. Luckily his ability hadn't left him fully. ''Sorry,'' He then said as he shook his head and realized she had done nothing to deserve such an answer, ''I don't 'ave food in th' house ya might need ta survive.'' He remembered her saying something about having a fast metabolism or some shit, so due to Lucas only having healthy snacks in the house it might not be the best place for someone needing to chow down on great amounts of food at once. ''Got apples 'n shit, carrots. Healthy stuff. Yer free ta take those.'' He motioned to the other room where a bowl adorned a table with all kinds of fruit in it.

''Got a watermelon if ya want, might gimme a reason ta finally cut it up.'' He offered, hoping that if she said yes he would have no ability related malfunctions with his ability. Little did he know it was his way of responding and holding back that was fucking him over.

''So why suddenly th' call?'' He asked, ''Not that I normally question cute girls callin' me, though.'' But he was curious.

And fuck did he just say she was cute? Off to an amazing start, Luke.

[Serena Varsair]

It was definitely a nice house, it brought back memories of her home in France. She missed it. It was was literally the only key she had, and when she turned 18 in December, she was legally the sole owner of it. With the rest of her family no longer living there, it was pretty much all hers as it was...

But it was an ocean away, and Serena was here now. When Lucas first replied to her, she looked at him with a smile that was half-friendly, half-questioning, and quickly said, "Sorry, didn't mean to impose." She said it in such a way to make clear that she had just been looking for something, not that she was expecting a meal.

"You'd be surprised on a day like today how little I can survive on." It was true, one of her first exercise breaks in weeks. She knew she was going to get plenty of it over the next couple of days, and she was kinda sick of the same old run with nobody (or the rare somebody; usually a guy awkwardly trying to preposition her and not being able to keep up). If only running with Lucas had worked out enough to be a more regular thing...

Grabbing an apple from the bowl and bit into it, moving some hair that fell in front of her glasses in the process, "I mean, if you want. I haven't had watermelon in awhile."

"I mean..." She paused...she wanted to give him a second chance and she wanted to escape the school a bit. Neither of those were really appropriate. Smirking at him calling her cute, she got up on a kitchen table and dangled her legs, "Wanted to hang out with someone who wasn't at the school. Don't know many of those, and I figured it'd be easier to chill with you."

"So, how'd you wind up with this place? Family or money?" Serena said, making sure to avoid talking until after she had swallowed everything from her last bite of her apple.

[Lucas Blacke]

Lucas shook his head at the first words she returned, ''Yer not imposin'.'' Last thing he wanted to do though was let her know why exactly he was being a bit stern, that it was out of guilt he wanted to push her away. But yet there she sat, in his house, having the privilege of being the first girl to set foot in what was rightfully his. The only thing he kinda regretted was pretty much telling her off, he had no reason to other than self-preservation in a very extreme manner. He knew how he was subconsciously, and knew that despite not being aware of it himself he probably did do a few things that could have been seen as flirting.

But even if he did, did that give her a reason to start doing it back? Even if she did, which was probably the case, Lucas had a bit of a rough way of telling her she wasn't what he was looking for even if he was interested. Yeah she looked hot, and with her ability he'd have a great partner in her, but she had made it clear she was only good for sex and not anything more. Friendship and sex, and those two things were something he couldn't combine in a way that didn't evolve friendship into love.

He knew she wasn't of the love department, and he was only really telling her that he would find a way to break that. Like he had done with someone else before, he would make her fall in love even with her saying that she didn't do love only to end up breaking her heart.

''Yay watermelon!'' He suddenly uttered as he turned around to go and get it. ''Good choice. Any shape ya want it in?'' He was totally going to carve his half into a pie-shape so it seemed he was eating something he'd rather inhale. ''Could make ya a dildo shape, but I ain't too sure I'd be able ta contain meself 'round ya in that case.'' Despite telling her himself he didn't want that very thing in the first time they met, Luke knew he wouldn't be able to keep all the flirtatious jokes inside. Which had actually started right at that point.

Easy? Sure, he was easy. Easy to hang out with and easy to end up banging. And easy to end up hating and easy to avoid. All possible outcomes. ''Money from th' family...?'' He asked with one eye shut as he bit on his lip as if he wasn't entirely sure. Grabbing a huge knife from one of his drawers he threw it up and expertly caught it, before realizing his ability used to falter from time to time and quickly stopping to impress Serena.

''I mean, got th' house from me family, but most of it in 'ere is from money they gave me.'' Sure, the beds and appliances were already in there when he got it, but he would need those either way. ''Th' only thing left ta change is puttin' a larger bed in me room, maybe smash out a wall and make it that much bigger.'' After all, it was his house so he could change what he wanted.

Turning around to the fridge he got out the watermelon and threw the knife blade first into an apple on the counter to be able to grab the watermelon with both hands. ''Might I say, ya look mighty cute with glasses.'' Two things he adored in a girl, glasses and red hair, and she had one of the two.

He plopped the melon down in front of her and grabbed the knife from the apple, biting down on the stray apple as it could no longer be kept now that it had a slit in it. ''Yer melons- melon!'' He instantly corrected and tried to avoid eye contact with Serena for a moment. ''Egh.. sorry.''

[Serena Varsair]

Lucas' excitement about the watermelon surprised Serena, but she still followed after him. Not being able to help the smile that crept on her lips because of it, she said, "Don't burst there, cowboy..."

The rather crass comment didn't escape her notice however, and she quickly replied, adding a purposeful sultry tone, letting some of her French bleed in, "So dirty-minded, Luke. Besides..." She let herself get close enough and angled forward just enough for him to get as close of a view as possible at the (very small amount of) exposed part of her chest, "That would be far too messy..."

Turning away to find a new seating place safely away from where he intended to cut the watermelon. His family got all of this for him? And money left over? "Wow, must've been a bit...sure beats my house in France anyway." Her mouth acting before her brain had time to think process it, she added, "How big is the bed now?" Not even thinking about how suggestive that would be. She was genuinely curious (the Hammel beds were not big), and it never once occurred to her what he might think of what she just asked.

"Well, thank you," Serena returned with a smile, before adjusting the glasses themselves, "You look...kinda...well, you just murdered that apple so it's hard to call you cute. Maybe...manly, I don't know."

As he got the watermelon out, she got back down off of the countertop and approached, interested in seeing him cut. Honestly hoping he doesn't actually make her a dildo, because the only place that'd be going is his face.

"My melons are quite nice today, thanks for asking," Serena said teasingly, taking full advantage of his slip. Letting her fingers slide up her bare stomach to her tank-top covered chest, she gave her breasts a slight lift before letting them settle back down. Knowing that he was about to cut now (unless she had really distracted him that badly), she quickly remarked, "Don't make my half a dildo. Just make some pizza slices or whatever."

[Lucas Blacke]

''Well, doesn't this talk kinda null everythin' I said to ya b'fore?'' He mentioned when he noticed Serena getting up behind him when he got the knife out. Before he was able to respond a second time though he saw her touch her own breasts in response to his ''accidental'' melons slip up. He swallowed a bit and stuck his knife in the melon to turn around before actually doing anything. ''As mem'ry recalls not only today. An' I should know, I never forget a great rack.'' Turning back to his melon he rolled his eyes at his own comment and yanked out the knife, having made the first cut and deciding to go from there.

She said pizza slices, and those were something he could do as he had seen that been done several times. Yes Lucas was one of those sad people who looked up videos of people preparing food, incidentally this meant he was a pretty good cook, so every downside had an up. ''I can do pizza.'' He remarked as he began cutting away, gently pushing the blade through the melon and slowly visualizing what those people in those videos did. Sadly he would be done in a jiffy though, cutting a basic pizza out of a melon only used up a small bit of the thing.

''Th' bed is.. well, let's jus' say that if ya were ta stay over we'd 'ave room ta spare.'' Maybe wanting to go a size up on his bed was a bit of overkill, but then again, this was Lucas, he slept weird. ''But if ya wanna see fer yerself, be my guest. Take a small nap if ya want, gives me time ta cut up th' entire melon and really make a pizza.''

He knew he had some knowledge on how to cut tomato shapes and such from melons. This would be the most detailed melon pizza ever! If she agreed to the nap anyway.

''But!'' He spoke suddenly as he turned around, knife still inside of the melon. ''Th' question remains; 'ow do they feel?'' Slowly and only a bit jokingly he inched his index finger forward and gently poked her in the chest. ''Jus' so ya know that ain't touchin', that's testin' th' waters.''

[Serena Varsair]

"You're just on fire, aren't you?" Serena was no stranger to flattering comments. Being a few stages before school whore, you kinda had to have a good body, or you really wouldn't be in that position. "Good to know you noticed, at least."

At this point, Serena really couldn't peg Lucas down. One day, he was so against any sort of entanglements with her, and today he practically seemed to be inviting them. She didn't say anything, just watching him begin to slice at the melon, realizing he had taken her pizza comment very literally. Curious what he was gonna do with it, she didn't correct him or anything and just let him keep cutting, rather impressed with his work. His power certainly gave him skills.

"But if I take a nap," Serena said with a fake whimper, "then I'll be up for hoouurrrsss..." Unable to help it, she touched his arm with her hand in that moment, adding, "Do you think you'd be able to handle me for that long..."

After he poked her chest, a flurry of emotions ran through her mind momentarily, the least of which was the inclination to slap him, and the most of which was the inclination to sass him. What came out was a somewhat quiet, "I'd be rather offended if that were enough to tell how they feel. Especially behind a top and a bra."

She always thought they had a firm pillow-like quality herself, but she didn't really have a frame of comparison. Guys never seemed to complain though.

Feeling her own breath beginning to climb (likely with her heart rate) at a slow but steady pace, she asked him, French accent beginning to bleed in more once again as her body began to speed up bit by bit, "So where is the bed, anyway..."

[Lucas Blacke]

''Aye, sure.'' He wasn't quite sure at this point what he was responding to, but with all the words fired at him and thoughts running wild in his mind he felt it was the best solution to just nod and smile, maybe fire off a slight hum of acknowledgement. ''On fire, sure.'' He silently replied as his hands went back to guiding the knife through the melon. It was coming out nicely and just as detailed as he'd expected.

And that was when he realized he had been doing what he did before again; he basically told her off and gave her nothing with his words. Though this time it wasn't due to a misunderstanding on her behalf, but Lucas' ability fucking up once more. It sucked that it did that, and he corrected himself instantly. ''Can't really not be on fire, aye?'' He corrected. ''Yer just too darn hot.'' Pretty smooth save if he were to say so himself.

But why exactly was he doing this? Was it the simple knowledge of having a girl in his own house that made him go haywire? Why did he do these things when he had so obviously said he wasn't going to go for her 'care-packages'? ''I'm sure I could handle ya fer hours. Yet ta find anyone that can outdo me.'' He spoke before really thinking over what exactly she said and was possibly implying when it suddenly dawned on him, though he didn't mind all that much.

His face grew a smirk after her comment about knowing what they felt like and he knew for certain by that point she was inviting him to actually squeeze, something he would have taken her up on were he not still working on carving the watermelon into pizza. ''Th' bed is up th' stairs an' immediat'ly to yer left, can't miss it.'' After all, he never closed his door. ''Feel free ta go take a nap, I'll come get ya when th' mel- pizza's done.''

If she accepted, not only would Lucas be able to go all out carving the melon for her, but he would also have a girl in his room. It would be the first time since Zoelle that someone of the opposite gender would see his equipment for working out, his strewn about clothing and his massive collection of posters, that due to having moved still lay bundled up on top of his bed.

[Serena Varsair]

Lucas couldn't not be on fire because she was so hot? Serena was unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes, "You know, you are pushing it, cowboy..." She patted his shoulder, standing on her toes to look at the melon work over it.

No one was able to outdo him? Well, the way things were going, that would soon be changing, "Ha, you won't be outdoing me, that I can guarantee. Especially if this watermelon is any good." Leaning on the table he was cutting on briefly, she looked at his face, "Maybe if you do well enough...I'll pretend to let you win..."

Patting his arm gently again, she went to go find his bedroom. Climbing the stairs, she paused for a moment, thinking about what she was actually gonna do. A nap at this point was legitimately ridiculous. She had trouble sleeping normally, let alone a small nap.

Entering the bedroom, she saw the many items strewn around, and with a laugh, shook her head. Teenage boys. Kicking off her shoes, she jumped up onto the bed. If she was going to relax, it was not gonna be with this tank top on. With a few motions, she dropped her top on her shoes. Lucas was gonna get a kick out of this, Serena was sure. Laying her head on a pillow, she angled her body upward and pulled her arms up, one arm pressing slightly against her lacy and thin, light red bra.

Closing her eyes, Serena knew she wouldn't sleep, but she could at least organize her plans for when she got back from the upcoming retreat. She knew her raiding group in SWTOR was meeting for one last go at Ravagers before the new expansion hit, so she should probably get new batteries for her keyboard. Track of time was lost the moment her mind settled on trying to determine what outfit she was going to try to put together for each member of her crew for the new expansion. Outfits are serious business in video games.

[Lucas Blacke]

Even if he was pushing it he wouldn't back down, he was sure she would be fully able to stop him if she needed. Hell, she had pretty much shown him that she could outrun him, Lucas had stamina that seemed to never end, but Serena seemed to have stamina that actually never ended. Where Luke could burn his muscles by using them too much Serena would not have that issue. He thought she didn't, anyway. He forgot to remember her need for food, and how it was greater than his or anyone else he knew. ''Thanks fer callin' me a cowboy, toots.'' He replied in the most Texan way possible. He had trouble remembering if he had ever told her that though, but he felt a bit safer to assume it was because of his heritage then a jab or warning.

''An' why exactly does th' watermelon change anythin' 'bout me outdoin' ya?'' He was still so full of himself that he managed to keep cutting the melon and turn his head to face Serena at the same time. Seemed his ability had kicked back in or something, it was weird. ''An' maybe I'll pretend ta 'ave ta try an' win.'' He shot back. Two could play the game of arrogance as his face hovered inches from hers when she suddenly touched his arm and went up to no doubt nap in his bed. She'd need the sleep.

Now with no more distractions in the form of tits with shoes he went back to carving the melon into a pizza, which had actually been easier than he thought due to his ability finally kicking back in, there were six slices and apparently he was now cutting out the ingredients, the tomato and pineapple and such, and he would even thin out the slices a bit to make them look like actual pizza slices.

When he was done (AKA his hand stopped moving the knife around) he grabbed a plate and dumped the slices on there before walking up the stairs to see how Serena was doing, who was apparently doing swimmingly. She wasn't sleeping but instead busy thinking of something. Very busy. While that kind of thinking was a polar opposite of sleeping it did mean she was pretty much in her own world. Nothing a quick jolt couldn't fix though.

Silently Lucas put the plate on his nightstand and flopped down next to Serena, his hand shooting right up to her bra and gently squeezing down. ''Earth ta hotness, food is done.'' He said, trying to pull her back to reality, though not stopping the motions his hand made.

''Figured I owed ya. That an' ya looked so damn invitin'.''

[Serena Varsair]

Serena was actually in deep thought (there are lot of different clothing options to consider), so she didn't hear Lucas come in. Stretching one of her legs, she could feel her shoulders relax somewhat. Her breathing had long since normalized again and her heart rate was almost slow enough to be considered relaxed. She wasn't close to falling asleep but the bed was comfortable, and without that tight top on, her body could relax.

Pulled to alertness by the sudden rush of weight and flex to the bed from Lucas jumping on it, Serena's eyes flew open, and an 'oh wow' would've escaped from her lips had he not taken her surprise to cop a feel...and keep his hand there. Giving him a smirk, she said, "Well, you wasted no time..."

Keeping her chest within relatively easy reach of him, "Careful, I like this bra," Serena pressed one hand down on his chest and half-stretched, half-climbed over him to get to the plate. She grabbed one of the 'melon pizza' slices and pulled it back over him until she was laying down next to him again, "This is really impressive, Luke..."

Making it clear that she was talking about her breasts (looking at them, then him), "So, how do they feel?" Serena asked teasingly.

[Lucas Blacke]

Wasting time was what the old Luke would have done. Or well, new Luke. This was newer Luke. He had told himself he'd start this year by being less of a horn dog, but had failed miserably by the mere sight of someone not even from his school. For some reason the idea of keeping it all in one place just for a girl he wasn't even sure he was going to be with was fading real fast now with his hand on the chest of a pretty French girl. Screw the talk about French being the language of love, bodies was all Lucas needed.

And it did not elude him that with acting out what he wanted instead of what he thought he wanted his ability had come back full force as well.

It was a shame she liked the bra though, Lucas would have been a bit happier if he could have ripped it off, but alas. It was clear what he wanted at that point, and that Serena was willing to give it despite mentioning she only did friendships. Maybe it was a good thing she did so Lucas wouldn't have to start caring even though he knew he would. But the main point was that she told him she would stop having sex with him if he ever got a girlfriend, or just needed a shoulder to cry on. (She didn't know yet, but that was what he did)

''A bit like th' melon.'' He replied to her questioning how they felt. They felt soft and a bit like heaven, big enough to have fun with and play with. And best of all, there was more than one. ''Ya need to get it out of it's shell, an' fer that ta happen ya need a certain 'tool'.'' He smirked as she looked at him.

''An' when th' nice, plump melon is outta it's cover, it feels damn great. Though I hear havin' it in yer mouth is twice th' joy.''

[Serena Varsair]

The melon pizza tasted as good as it looked, and she appreciated having something in her mouth and soon stomach, and she was sure her body appreciated it as much, if not more. "It's good," She said, the second her mouth was near empty before she took another bite.

As long as he didn't rip her bra, she let herself stay in a position and kept her arms in such a way as to let him fondle her as much as he wanted, "You sure you wanna go where this is going?"

Sure as hell she didn't mind, but a couple of weeks ago it seemed he had a lot. "I definitely don't mind, you're cute and I know you can keep up for awhile."

Sitting up, she swung her leg over him and straddled his waist. Her ass was barely touching his legs with the way she was on her knees. She finished off the slice, licking her fingers (semi-suggestively). Once finished, her hands went to her hair, pulling it back behind her shoulders.

"Also, you have the weirdest mind I've ever heard, and I've met much weirder guys than you. Seriously, watermelon innuendos?" Though Serena said it with a straight face, though she could barely contain a small bit of laughter afterward.

[Lucas Blacke]

Of course it was good, it was a melon carved like a pizza! If not good on the stomach it would be good on the eyes. That and it was healthy so fuck it not tasting good, it was better than a cheeseburger. At which point Lucas craved a cheeseburger, sadly there was lots he couldn't have due to his issues with caffeine, he still needed to find out if there was a way to safely ingest the stuff.

But what she asked next had the Texan think twice; or rather rearrange his words twice. He knew what he had said and was now fully aware Serena knew of it too, ''I know what I said, an' ta be honest stuff has gone down between then an' now.'' He had come to a conclusion he was not sure he was happy with; one that meant that he was a free guy but also that what he wanted was unattainable. ''Th' girl I mentioned,'' He was sure he mentioned 'that girl' at least once, ''I 'ad a talk with 'er an' got ta thinkin' she'll never be more than a friend, no matter how hard I try.''

The more he spoke though the more he was afraid he was putting her off, this time by accident. ''So, ya know, fuck it. I'm done tryin' ta be a one girl man.'' He said. ''Until I get a girlfriend of course.'' Lucas added with a smirk, not that he was expecting anything more from her, he was simply conveying a point.

Still he needed to say one more thing as she sat up with his hand still on her chest and began straddling him. Quickly grabbing a 'slice' to keep her from doing anything further at that very moment and withdrew his hand from her breast. ''I kinda.. do 'ave somethin' ta say.'' He began, pulling off a melon-tomato from the melon-pizza and dangling it in front of his face, focusing on Serena as he suddenly snapped forward with his head and bit down on the tomato. ''I'm one o' those guys who ends up bein' way ta invested in a girl after sleepin' with her. Now I'm okay with outdoin' ya, but I figured I'd at least give ya a fair warnin'.''

He swallowed the tomato and laughed as he took a small bite from his pizza. ''Weirdest mind, but ye've met weirder guys.'' He shook his head as he turned the melon slice around for Serena to take a bite. ''Th' only thing not makin' sense there is that sentence.''

''An' melon innuendos work!'' He smiled and looked at her bra. ''Ye've got melons, so why not?''