How Many Times Have I Told You

Ranger Appeared In The Bathroom Doorway And I Was Too Relieved To Be Embarrassed. "i Appreciate You Coming Out In The Middle Of The Night," I Said. Ranger Smiled. "i Didn't Want To Miss Seeing You Chained Up Naked.

There Is No Such Thing As A Good Call At 7 Am. It's Been My Experience That All Calls Between The Hours Of 11 Pm And 9 Am Are Disaster Calls.

I Took All Of My Rejection Letters - There Must Have Been Thousands Of Them In A Huge Box - And I Went Out On The Curb And Burned Them All, Crying.

A Uniform Cordoned Off The Area With Crime Scene Tape. The M.e. Pulled In And Parked. There Were Two Emt Trucks Idling At The Edge Of The Lot. I’d Stayed Close To The Back Door, And One Of The Rangeman Guys Had Taken A Position Two Feet From Me, Standing At Parade Rest. No Doubt In My Mind He’d Take A Bullet For Me Rather Than Face Ranger Over A Dead Stephanie.

Babe," Ranger Said. "you're Looking A Little Strung Out. Is There Anything I Should Know?" I'm On A Sugar Withdrawal. I've Given Up Desert And It's All I Can Think About." That Had Been True Five Minutes Ago. Now That Ranger Was Standng In Front Of Me I Was Thinking A Cupcake Wasn't What I Actually Needed. Maybe I Can Help You Get Your Mind Off Doughnuts," Ranger Said. My Mouth Dropped Open, And I Think Some Drool Might Have Dribbled Out.