“As he twisted his body to set it down, I got a glimpse of his sixpack beneath the hemline of hit T-shirt. There was a flash of golden skin, and a peek at the trim strip of light brown hair descending into his jeans. This was probably why I slid onto the passenger's seat. My ex-con ex-boyfriend - a drug addict and convicted man-slaughterer - flashed me his happy trail and I got into his car. One wondered why my father didn't trust me.”