I Hate Mornings. They Start So Early.

Okay, Take A Deep Breath, I Told Myself. Don't Go All Hormonal. Get The Facts Straight. Have A Mental Doughnut.

I'm Telling You, It's Fu**ing Hard To Be Classy

Ranger Removed My Goggles "would You Like To Come Home With Me?" I Stepped Away From Him. "thank You For The Offer, But No. I'm Done With Men." Ranger Smiled. "forever?" "until I Figure Some Things Out." "and If You Don't Figure Them Out?" "if I Can't Figure Them Out On My Own, I'll Ask You To Help Me." "babe, That's Like The Blind Leading The Blind.

You've Been Busy Using Your Breaking And Entering Skills," I Said. "i Just Enter. I Don't Usually Break." "you Broke Down Pitch's Door." "lost My Temper." -ranger And Stephanie

He Reached Out, Opened The Glove Compartment, And Took Out A Gun. It Was A Smith & Wesson .38 Five-shot Special. It Looked A Lot Like My Gun. "i Stopped By Your Apartment This Morning And Picked This Up For You," Ranger Said. "i Found It In The Cookie Jar." "tough Guys Always Keep Their Gun In The Cookie Jar." "name One." "rockford." Ranger Grinned. "i Stand Corrected.