Theresa "Tess" Servopoulos

Tess nestles in closer, and Joel pulls her in, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He gives her a squeeze, a handful of ass that makes her give a peep.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Tess replies, "I'm getting fat."

There's a mutual joke in there, and Joel rests his chin on the top of her head and breathes in deeply. She smells like shampoo and soap.

( ''You keep eatin','' Joel rumbles, warm and sleepy. )