I lean over close, close enough to smell her perfume. I brush a lock of hair away from her ear. And I say:

"If I told you that you have a lovely body, would you hold it against me?"

Kathy laughs and nudges me.

"Okay, how about this one: Is your father a thief?"

She rolls her eyes. "I've heard this one before. Try again."

"Okay. Ummm." I scratch my chin. "Hey, I lost my phone number. Can I have yours?"

She giggles and shakes her head. "Nope, try again."

"Do you have a raisin?"

Kathy tilts her head. "Hmm? No, why?"

"Then how about a date?" I smirk.

She laughs and squeezes my hand. "That one's cute!"

"Ooo, I got another. Can I have your picture?"

She continues to laugh and looks into my eyes.

"I want to show Santa Clause what I want for Christmas."

"Ha ha! You're getting better!"

I grin. "Hmmm. I think that's all the ones I know. Hmmm." She pulls me close and gives me a peck on the cheek.

"Ah! I got one!" I shout. I pretend to lick my finger and touch her shirt with it. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes."

She groans.

I smile a devious smile and arch one eyebrow. "Hey baby, wanna fuck?"

"Baby!" she slaps my shoulder playfully and giggles.

"You must drink a lot of milk."

She grins. "Why?"

"Because milk sure did your body good! Damn!" I look her up and down.

Kathy smiles and pecks me on the cheek again.

"That's a nice outfit. It would look better crumpled on the floor next to my bed."

"Oh gosh!" she groans.

"Okay, that's all I have. I'm all out." I squeeze her hand.

"Heh. It's a good thing you never used any of those on me."

I smile. "Naw, I didn't need any of those. My pick-up line to you was looking you in the eye and smiling."

Kathy laughs and I give her a peck on the cheek.

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What's the best (and worst) pick-up line you've heard (or used)?