[Swordfish941]

Here's another part of my draft:

"Mornin', babe." Greg said quietly,lightly kissing her on the lips. "What are you doing up so early? You need your sleep."

"For what?"

"Your looks, what else? I know you rarely wear makeup."

"I get my looks from my mother." she said leaning against him and stroking his chin. Greg looked down at her legs. She was wearing a pair of boy shorts. Tucked inside them was a .32 caliber pistol. He snatched it from her in a blink of an eye.

"Greg!"

"What this for? Ear piercing?"

Katie grabbed the pistol back from him. "It's my gun for port calls. This is a .32 Walther PPK."

"Where do you keep it?"

"Usually in my waistband. I'm planning on buying a holster from Sharlto."

"Who's Sharlto?"

"An old friend from high school. He's now an arms dealer."

"Really."

"He smokes two bags of grass a day. He's pretty much what you get when you cross a loose cannon and an eccentric blabbermouth."

"What a character." Greg said tossing his cigarette butt into the ocean. He stepped into the doorway and turned back at Katie. "Do me a favor: next time you go see him, bring me along. You want some coffee?"

"Sure."