Flirty and not too shy about it, Goran was her kind of guy. She smiled as he talked about the girls from his country, and proceeded to compliment her in a roundabout way. Her hands instinctively ran across her flat stomach... She was very proud of how fit she was. Holly had ran track in school, though she deigned not to continue throughout college. The exercise had kept her slim, but she never really had the work ethic to really push herself... Most of her fellow runners stayed flat and board-thin because they hit puberty late while Holly had to buy sports bras to keep from bouncing while she ran.<br/><br/>When Goran took off his shirt, she took him in, finding him quite acceptable. He was... Strong, as muscular as she expected. He was more of the Hulk whereas Mark was Mr. Fantastic... Both very handsome men in different ways. Though Holly could almost smell Goran's sweat from several feet away. She had alomst gotten used to the smell after dating several football players... Almost. "Hmm. City boys aren't usually as muscular. They usually get their muscles from lifting weights, not working every day." Boldly, she took a few steps forward and ran a hand across his abs, finding them sleek and hard, just as she expected. She could have grimaced, feeling the sweat coating her fingers, but her piqued sexual interest surpassed her hyper-hygienic tendencies.<br/><br/>"So... About this beer you told me about?" She had already set her mind on Goran, knowing she would have him either tonight or the next night. The closer they came to leaving this dump of a farm, the better, because she didn't expect to see him again afterwords.