Johnny was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice anyone was behind him until an arm reached over his shoulder and claimed a small handful of the unwanted pepperoni. He could feel small breasts against the back of his head. Before he could turn around, the girl had dropped herself into the equally worn armchair opposite him. "Nice shirt," she said with a mouthful of pepperoni.
"People seem to like it," Johnny replied.
"I'm Tinka. You should eat meat, it's good for you."
From the start it was easy to see that Tinka was something of a