Children of the Luminous Light (2)

   
   "Children of the Luminous Light (2)"
  
   They called him BAD CHAD, but he wasn't bad--not morally bankrupt anyway; specifically, he was just one tough kid.  Only weighed around 140 pounds, but had the look of a wolverine in his eyes; also, he could tear up a bar, and would do it too, if you glanced at a lady with carnal cravings or offered her an insidious temptation towards sexuality, unless of course she was loose.  Bad Chad could spot a loose woman a mile away.  Could smell the stinky sex, like a skunk stuck in toxicity.
   Anyway, Chad worked at Ann's grocery store--he worked in the produce department, and was having a healthy affair with Rainbow Swiss Chard.  All the colors and anti-oxidants, fueling him into more of a wiry little muscle man.
   Too, Ann had heard the tales of his fancy fisticuffs.  Always for noble purpose.  But like a Saint gone warrior, as was Joan of Arc--the first rule about FIGHT CLUB is you don't talk about FIGHT CLUB; indeed, a man speaking with boisterous bravado usually has nothing to deliver, and uses a gun as an extension of his lack of pure libido--in Ann's opinion.
   Anyway, she liked Chad's gray eyes and dirty-blonde mane, a bit curly, yet he had the trait most women find attractive in a man--a dark brow.  But not too dark.  Not like two mustaches from a Middle-Eastern dictator.  No, it was pure elegance, and Ann knew too:  Chad had an electric spirit.