“No No… I don’t scream… I’d never scream…” I shook my head and smiled. She got closer to me and crossed her arms.

            “Oh really??” she grinned sexily and I was getting soft and nodded my head.

            “You know I’ve had much worst than this…” I put my hand up. “This here is nothing… so there… I can handle this little cut…” I lied again.

            “You’ve had much worst?? Shane… I could practically like see your finger bone it was that deep… what stuff that was worst?” She asked me. Man… was I really that high that I didn’t notice hoe deep the cut was.

            I grabbed my wife beater and pulled it up just before my breast. I pointed at my new gun shot wound. She was looking at my abs and the tattoos scattered on it. I grinned at how she looked.

            “Is that… is that?” She looked up at me, totally shocked.

            “Yeah… that’s a gun shot wound… that’s the price you pay when you live in rough part of town in New York…” I lied. Instead I live in high-class part of New York. They always bought it though.

            “Ohmygod… Shane…” she reached her hand and touched my wound lightly it was enough for me to go crazy. Her fingers were lightly on it and scanning on it. I had to control the tingling feeling and bit my bottom lip and looked away from her.

            “Did it hurt?? You have so many tattoos….” She added. She looked at me like I’m an alien.

            “Oh yeah… hurt like a bitch…” I laughed. She pulled her hand away and I pulled my wife beater down. We were kind of staring at each other. It was awkward again.

            “Uhm… thanks… you know…” I started awkwardly.

            “Shane… you really shouldn’t be thanking me… you should be thanking Alice there…” She said to me and I took it in.  “Uhm…” Uh oh… I know where she’s getting at.  “That… kiss before…” she said to me with a small smile on her lips.