“Ahhh, good choice. Very good choice. The possibilities with this one are endless.” He blinks dreamily. “So many lovely ones have sashayed my way over the years, more than I could count, but there was one in particular that I’ll never forget. A granok lady I was seeing for a bit, hoo boy. Talk about chiseled.” He pauses, his right hand flexing as though wracked by an old wound, “But you have to be careful with perfection like that.”
“So we’re at a bar one night, with a bunch of other guys. We’d both been working for the same company, and pulled off a big payday that afternoon. I get up to order the group another round, and as I’m walking away, she gives me a swat on the ass. Just, y’know. friendly, affectionate-like. At that point, I don’t know that she was entirely aware of how soft and delicate aurin butts are, though. It kinda took me by surprise, nearly bowled me right into a waitress walking by. It was all in good fun, I knew. I just make a face at her and go about my business. But I was determined to get her back, before the night was over. Not one of my best decisions.” He shook his head, an embarrassed smile forming on his lips, “I waited, and kept drinking, and kept drinking and waited. Eventually, the both of us had to get up and pay the tab for the night, since we were splitting it. She was leaning forward on the counter, I had an opening. I went for it.” He makes a swatting motion with his hand, “Course, I was pretty snockered at that point, no sense of restraint. And somewhere in my hazy mind, I did kind of know that she was a Granok and her butt was made of sterner stuff. She could take whatever I gave her. My hand, though. Not so much.”
“I’m pretty sure at least two of my fingers were pointing the wrong direction after that. Allegedly nothing was broken, but my whole hand swelled up and, slagging slag, the pain. She had to sign my check for me. The moral of the story is sometimes it’s better to just enjoy a good thing from afar. Getting too close can sometimes be painful.”