The couple on the left went beyond just touching, putting up quite an arousing show. Nobody but the readhead seemed to mind Ben's outburst. She sat on the armchair, leg crossed and called for the man.<br/>He looked at her, frowning. Her smooth tights reaching out from a short skirt, hair a little bit undone, a more than nice sight, but Ben was wary. He began to move towards her, expecting her to shout at him "Smile! you are on candid camera" or what ever the line was nowadays.<br/><br/>Someone rang the bell.<em>"Here they come."</em>he thought. But looking back at the door he saw what looked like just another couple joining the party. She seemed familiar, with her black hair and exotic look. She looked like a model, maybe he had met her before. Well, all the women here looked like models, surely he wasn't the only one making a living out of a lean belly.<br/><br/>He reached the girl, stopping right in front her, just a feet away. He looked down at her, half smugly, half resigned.<br/>"So? Game's over?"