So... I take it that's the man in your life.

What kind of plan B?" Hale asked. He was almost holding his breath when a voice answered, "My kind." Macey tried to read the look on his face then, but it was gone in a flash. It had been a simple moment of peace and joy and pure happiness. That voice made Hale happy. It kept him calm. It was his backup and his conscience. Macey couldn't help herself, she envied him.

"No," Preston snapped. But he didn't protest long because, if I'm going to be honest - which is kind of the point of these reports - I was already unzipping his pants.

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

Every decent con man knows that the simplest truth is more powerful than even the most elaborate lie.

Despite popular belief, hitting someone with a closed fist actually hurts the hitter almost as much as the hittee.

If he'd looked like a cross between Mr. Clooney and, say, one of the hobbits, I probably would have been far more capable of coherent thought.