Since I Write In First Person And

If I Didn't Know Better, I'd Think You Were Trying To Get Me Drunk," I Said To Ranger. "not Drunk," Ranger Said. "just Relaxed And Naked.

Opening My Door To Dillon Ruddick, My Bulding Super. I Handed Him A Cup Of Coffee. "sorry About The Blood." "what Was It This Time?" No One Reported Gunfire." "i Hit A Guy In The Face With A Hair Dryer." "whoa." Dillon Said. "it Wasn't My Fault," I Told Him. "maybe We Should Lay Down Some Linoleum Here. It Would Make Things Easier For Clean Up.

Morelli Grabbed The Front Of My Shirt, Pulled Me To Him, And Kissed Me. It Was A Great Kiss, But I Didn't Know What The Heck It Meant. It Seemed To Me A Breaking Up Kiss Would Have Had Less Tongue.

He Asked Me If I Had Adequate Health Insurance.

There’s Always Tomorrow.” “exactly,” She Said, Finishing Off Her First Doughnut, Selecting A Second. Maybe She Wouldn’t Starve To Death, She Decided. Maybe She’d Eat Herself Into Obesity And Explode. Death By Doughnut.