there was n't any time to make up some sort of story . there was a rosy flush to her cheeks today , the shadows gone from her eyes . `` they call it the meat locker . '' `` better to hide it right under everyone 's noses than pretend , eh ? '' it hung down her back in a thick damp rope that ended just above the curve of her butt . im involved in a game that i have no real chance of surviving only to meet someone in the same game that i want to spend more time with ! 