“Phew,” Derrick whistled through his teeth. “Anybody know who that gorgeous hunk of man-meat is?”
Ned and the others looked up from their beers and conversation.
“No,” Ned said, “but I’m gonna find out,” and started to get up.
“Hold onto your nuts, big boy,” Derrick laughed, putting his hand on Ned’s shoulder and pushing him back into his chair. “I saw him first. I got dibs.”
Ned groused good-naturedly, “Okay, but if you strike out…I get the next shot.”
The other guys at the table laughed.
Without further hesitation, Derrick rose from his seat. “‘Scuse me,” he said to his colleagues and headed in the direction of his intended conquest. As he got closer to the man, his heart was pounding in his chest, uncharacteristic for him. Once he arrived at the bar next to the place where his tar
