A punching bag. The guy was pounding on a punching bag. That realization took about a nanosecond to register in her brain before the real important information came to the forefront: LoriSue, God bless her slutty little soul, had been absolutely correct. He was male-stripper material, and heβd been thoughtful enough to strip to a pair of athletic shorts on his very first night in the neighborhood.
I've always had my ear pierced with a diamond stud. I did it myself when I was 16.
