Promises. I Was Drowning In Promises.

I, Had An Excellent Instructor. One That You Currently Have Locked Up. If You Want To Talk About Skills Going To Waste, Then Go Look In Your Own Jail.

That's Pretty Hot," He Said. "punching Me In The Eye?" "well, No. Of Course Not. I Meant The Idea Of Getting Rough With You Is Hot. I'm A Big Fan Of Full-contact Sports." "i'm Sure You Are.

Can You Ever Get Off For Good Behavior?" He Joked. I Gave Him What I Hoped Was A Seductive Smile As I Found My Seat. "sure," I Called Over My Shoulder. "if I Was Ever Good.

Your Truths Are Worse Than Your Lies.

Oh, Hey. This Looks Promising. " We Came To A Stop Before A High, Barbwire Fence With An Enormous Private Property--no Unauthorized Personnel Allowed Sign On It. The Lettering Was Red, Apparently To Emphasize How Serious They Were. Personally, I Would Have Added A Skull And Crossbones To Really Drive The Message Home.