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Jason ran his fingers through his thick, black, Mediterranean hair as he entered the lodge for lunch. This was the highlight of the day: Cheeseburer time! He couldn't wait to taste that melted cheddar. He shed his hat and Burton snowboarding jacket, though he didn't really snowboard. He just sat in the lodge and pretended he was an expert snowboarder. He dubbed himself Herc, short for Hercules. The girls swooned at the sight of him and those muscles, and that deep bronze tan. His parents were Intell magnates and could afford all the top-of-the-line equipment, though Jason failed to teel them that during the day at the slopes, he didn't even sit his butt down on a chairlift. They were too scary. Ever since Jason was a wee lad, he had all sorts of phobias: spiders, cats, ladders, forks, knives, you name it, he was scared, but one thing he wasn't scared of was fine girls. They came in plenty. Jason, or Herc, would smile his devishly handsome grin, to those wee babes. They would toss their hair back and swing their hips as they neared his table. "Hey, handsome," they would whisper breathlessly. "Hi!" he squeaked. They ignored his squeaky voice, for they were mesmerized by his handsome face and figure. Despite all the burgers, Jason remained lean and strong. The girl took a pen out of her snowbib and said, "God, I have to have your number!" Jason screamed, "Get that pen away from me! 911, call 911, this girl's gonna sexually harass me! I don't have to take it! HELP!