“He’s my height,” muscle boy said, “and has black, brown or brunette hair –I don’t know which. He has a 5 o’clock shadow –borne out of laziness, not style. His clothing is a copy of the casual fare found in low- to middle-income boxstores –Walmart, Target, or Goodwill would be my guess. He appears to be in good health, but he’s not as beautifully proportioned as I.”
“Thank you, Johnny,” Cushman said.
Then she turned her chair and looked me over. “I can tell how desirable a man is by the way Johnny describes him,” she said. “His description doesn’t do you justice. Johnny must feel threatened.”
She put her hand out and patted muscle boy’s buttocks, and he looked away in sullen silence, and she laughed.