I was chopping wood. Off-limits: Shirtless? Me: I get sweaty. And I was in a hurry. You know, trying to save your life. Off-limits: Do you charge admission? Me: What? Off-limits: To the gun show? I laughed, shaking my head at her flirty message. I had to admit, I was eating it up too. I never got to talk with anyone like this. Least of all women. I couldn’t resist a flirt of my own.
