"Youth Group member Pierre Marseille?"
"Yes, may I ask who you are...?"
"A big sister interested in you, as you can see, sister is without company. How about we make do with each other? Let's head down there and have some fun?"
The frivolous, direct, and unreserved way of speaking didn't give Marseille the impression of being "lucky." Looking at that smiling face, then further down at the open collar and the surging, unfathomable, and partially hidden deep valleys... a healthy man, even if he's not a beast, can't just sit on the sofa, calmly sipping soda.
But even though there was indeed a primal urge howling inside Marseille, the "danger approaching" alarm kept ringing, with chills continuously crawling up from the soles of his feet.
