Here's a shot from my just completed work, Brainy And The Beast. On page 7, down to the 7th line, here goes:
"They're good swimmers." I shrugged, not
quite knowing what else to say. My fingers tapped restlessly over the keyboard.
Now that the work ticket was filled, I was feeling a little nervous. God knows
why. Not like the first time I was talking to a guy I found attractive. Right?
"I see." He seemed to like saying
that.
Great. I'd completely killed any chance of having this
guy take me seriously. At least, seriously enough to get laid. Jesus, when
would I learn to keep my mouth shut? I blew out a breath. No hope for it --
might as well get back to work. "Okay. I'm going to go back in the shop,
so that I can try to get to your car sometime today."
