"As IF," Terry snorted. All of the alcoholic options were crowding the kitchen, which was open to the living area; on one side, though, the kitchen was where the hallway to the bedroom started; it was even darker than the rest of the place, and since he had met Ginny right there at the head (heh, heh, head) of the hallway, he pulled her into a shadow around the corner as he started to bend his face down towards her chest.
"As IF you don't want a man who KNOWS how to treat boobs right. I mean, Gins, after the week you've had, you need somebody to go to town on your boobs and then fuck you til sunrise. C'mon. Pick me. I'll help you heal."