“One day a man came into the bar and ordered a pint and a pousse-cafe, adding "for our lass" in case I thought he was a ballet dancer or something.” — Harry Pearson Copy Share Image
“He even allowed his eye to wander through the crowd, admiring the ass of a sinfully well-built guy leaning on the bar while he ordered a drink. Corey’s eyes scanned him, from his boots up to his perfectly fitting jeans… — Darien Cox Copy Share Image
