ke my body, Josh.” No matter what they are doing, or how much fun they are having, the conversation always ends up like this. It is almost like they are speaking from a script sometimes. Josh doesn’t feel like dealing with this now. “Eve, let me tell you a secret.” Josh waits for a response but doesn’t get one, so he continues. “I don’t like my body either.” The slumbering beauty doesn’t turn around to face him. She makes a slight movement however, and the muscles in her back ripple. It reminds Josh of the face of the lake where he used to skip rocks with his dad when he was younger. Eve never met her father. “You don’t like your body?” Eve’s back demands. Eve always tries to smear everything over with a layer of nonchalance, but Josh picks up on her curiosity immediately. He has a sixth sense which deals exclusively with detecting fluctuations in Eve’s emotional state. “No, I don’t like my body. I always wanted bigger breasts. Mine are too small, and I want them to be perky like yours. You make it really hard for me sometimes. I get jealous, you know?” “You’re joking. What would you do with breasts?” “Guess.” “No, now I’m not too sure if I want to know.” He expected her to say something like that. He’s glad, though, familiarity is good sometimes. “If I had the kind of breasts I wanted I’d probably wear a sports bra.” “What?!” “Yeah. Nothing but a sports bra. I’d run around and find things to smash into…I’d probably start with a big handball wall. You know the sound handballs make when you smack them up against walls? Just like pop!, you know?” He flicks his tongue against his upper lip and makes a loud popping sound. Josh is pretty fond of hi...
