She suppressed the urge to tell him point blank that she wasn't a new 'bitch,' as Vic had nicknamed them. Camp ladies who might enjoy the attention of a broad-handed, broad-shouldered man with a shaggy mane of dark hair and beard; Willa might too, if it weren't for the circumstances of her situation. You're free to fuck whoever you want - Bode's words from the night before echoed in her memory and she smiled rather than scowl.
"Yeah," Willa answered, glancing down at the would-be water cooler jug, at the five gallons of weight it bore. "If you're offering I'm not going to say no." She watched as he swung it up easily; quietly envious of the brute force that could come with the kind of build she would never achieve, even though her own body had a different kind of strength. "What do you do here, Marcus Caravahlo?" she asked as they walked, "Besides lift heavy things, I should say."