You're Going To Blow His Socks Off!

Alone In Her Shelter, She Allowed Herself Tears. When Her Shelter Cooled To The Touch She Called To Gull, “coming Out!” She Eased Her Head Out Into The Smoky Air, Looked Over At Gull. She Imaged They Both Looked Like A Couple Of Sweaty, Parboiled Turtles Climbing Out Of Their Shells. “hello, Gorgeous.” She Laughed. It Hurt Her Throat, But She Laughed. “hey, Handsome.

He Wouldn't Mention, Now Or Then, The Illegal Nine-millimeter Automatic He Had In His Pocket. Why Distress The Woman You Loved With Minor Details?

Peabody, You Never Cease To Amaze Me." "one Day I'll Tell You About My Granny And Her Five Lovers." "five Lovers Isn't Abnormal For A Woman's Lifetime." "not In Her Lifetime; Last Month. All At The Same Time." Peabody Glanced Up, Deadpan. "she's Ninety-eight. I Hope To Take After Her.

I Want You To Take Note, Commander, That Turning In My Badge Would Be Like Cutting Off My Arm. But If It Comes Down To A Choice Between The Job And My Marriage, Then I Lose The Arm.

Eve, We're Going To Be Married In A Few Days." The Jittering Started Again, Big Time. "yeah." "if He Keeps Looking At You Like That, I'm Going To Have To Hurt Him.