What happened at the Party (2)

She was talking about the B-T's party. The night of the big party, some Middle Eastern woman, admittedly strikingly beautiful, passed behind her guy. Her man... Anyway, well to the side. But some kind of side-scanning extra sexsory perception that her guy possessed picked something up. His facial expression registered a blip of some kind, a barely noticeable tic.
Though she is convinced that this was completely unconscious.
Still, she cannot deny the thing either. Totally innocently, completely unaware, something passed over her guy's features--like a bad line crossing the screen in a poorly recorded video movie playback. Unsettling the viewer's focus.
So...She'd best be warned, shouldn't she be?
But then again, while they were slow dancing, she induced in her guy that especially heavy lead pipe between her belly button and that other place. Surely, not everybody did? It lay flat against her, poking up at the ballroom ceiling. Not anybody could do that, surely?
She hates to think so, so she's quit thinking.
Enough, enough, let her stop... Already she's said enough.