48 deadtime

.  you should cut him some slack too , ladies . you should ! so the guy was a little hungover . which one of us hasn't been there , alking up  somewhere  nothing  quite makes senses ? does it matter ? and just forget all your slutty  fantasies about him  , because i have  dibs on those pecs . and that  butt . i'm the one who has his photo  in my camera  and his phone  number in my pocket . that should  tell you all something  about  his ... true inclinations ."
" jack ! he's not gay ," said jules ." didn't you see him staring at  carmels 's boobs ?"
" light  from a dyping star , "  jack said dismissively ." wagers ? anyone  ? i don't even care if it does turn out  that the boy  is from  a tribe  that  hails  from the dimmest part of the planet  . as god is my witness , jaana  - wherever the hell  you are   - i understand you . girl;  .  i would have come down  herre  with  that man  for a night .... or two ,"
" jack ! "  carmel  scolded him .
 jack laughed ." i'm sorry ,  little mama , but i would have  , call me  a slut , doesn't  come along every day  . and sometimes on  christmas morning you care  more  about  opening the package  than you  do about   what you find inside . am i right ? " am i ?"
"amen  ."  jules  said  ." but one  the holidays  are over ..."
" i know , i know , i'm not saying  he has a chest  and an ass  that you only  see  on statues . what does it matter  to me ? i'm planning my christmas morning  , not my valentine 's day ."
jules  asked  ." did you  give him your number , jack ?"
" you kidding ?  he won't  call me - he's not that  far  along in his  personal awareness . but  he'll remember me when i call him . that 's how it works ." jack grinned .
the women laughed , they  laughed more  when it became clear that although any  of them  could've drawn  a topo map of shirtless  man's pecs . none of them  could remember the color of shirtless man's eyes .