he could, I couldn't

Well he most probably wouldn't, neither would I; Littlegirlcop's too nice a guy really. But if push came to shove, the right situation, a few beer, a few beers would be crucial for both of them I think, littlegirlcop, even though he's too nice a guy, could make it happen. There's this married guy that flirts with me, this is fact. I was telling my boss about it and his response was, "there's no such thing as a homerwrecker," so we know which side of the fence he's on. I wasn't sure this guy was flirting until a friend witnessed it and said to me, "Strait men don't say things like that to each other" She aught to know, she married one, bore one, raised him to grown, "he was flirting with you" she said. I thought it was just my wishful thinking. You see the flirt is question is mid-thirties, married with young sons, a big irish lug, over six feet, about one hundred and ninety pounds of crew cut, smile, pecs, sweater vest, and a Celtics tattoo on the hip which doesn't weigh a lot but has it's own visual gravity. He's by all accounts a stand-up guy, not a player. Replay the bosses 'no such thing as a homewrecker' spiel, and again. Nice to think about but it ads up to all bark and no bite.

So he could, but he wouldn't. But since he could, how would he? And I've got to be honest here I'm pretty sure I can't write this scene, even though as the author, I'm the one who puts Littlegirlcop into action. After all I couldn't, wouldn't know how. I'm sure I could muster a bad porno scenario, something starting with a camping trip, some beers, some arm punching, some horseplay, as my father called it, grab-ass was the term a friends dad used; but everyone's already seen Brokeback Mountain. I hold higher hopes for Littlegirlcop. While I don't think he'll be anywhere close to a rocket scientist, I do believe he'll have a keen eye for what motivates, the herding dogs instinct to move his mark. There's a sign I remember seeing in a down market gift shop. It read, "nice to look at, pretty to hold, if you break it, consider it sold" How does the bull write his way out of a china shop?