You Should See Me Work My Magic

Ranger Sent Us To Check On You," Hal Said. "we Just Got Here, And We Heard Shots." "some Moron Ate My Jelly Doughnut," Lula Said. "so I Shot Him.

It Was Lorraine In Her Nightie And Mo In His Cap. They'd Just Settled Their Brains For A Long Winter's Nap In Front Of The Television. When Out In The Lot There Arose Such A Clatter, They Sprang From Their Recliners To See What Was The Matter. Away To The Window They Flew Like A Flash, Tore Open The Blinds And Threw Up The Sash. And What To Their Wondering Eyes Should Appear, But Stephanie Plum And Yet Another Of Her Cars Burning Front To Rear.

The Dancers Finished Thier Set, And One Immediately Strolled Over To Our Table And Straddled Ranger. Want A Private Party?" She Asked. Not Tonight," Ranger Said. He Handed Her A Twenty, And She Left. What About The Cat-feeding Theory?" I Asked Him. Out The Window.

I Knew There Were No Such Things As Death Cooties. Unfortunately, That's An Intellectual Fact. And Death Cooties Are An Emotional Reality.

I'd Spent A Night With Ranger A While Ago, And I Knew What Happened When He Was Encouraged. Ranger Knew How To Make A Woman Want Him. Ranger Was Magic.