Gotta say, if I was still my young self this is exactly the kind of muffin I’d be looking to stuff. Her “man” looks like he’s made of dough, and I’d be willing to bet a sack of sugar that they’re high school sweethearts…and those kinds of muffins are ripe for a pounding. Hell, this particular dude strikes me as the type that might want to watch me go to work. It’s in the eyes. Always watch the eyes. His are tired and sad from being inadequate below the belt. The woman has that look of “please put me on the back of your bike and take me to your studio apartment and let’s BANG!”