He had threatened my parents. I had to remember that. Still, it was really hard to stay mad at a wounded naked man.

I could hardly be responsible for my actions when everyone around me gave me every opportunity to sink to their low expectations.

They were back. The demons in all their glory. And they had a plan. I made plans sometimes, too, but they rarely involved world domination. Hot dogs on a grill, maybe. Tequila.

A sheriff arrested me. I could be mistaken, but I'm pretty sure my men-in-uniform fetish began that day. The sheriff was hot. And he handcuffed me. I've never been the same.

I sort of got off on making bad guys sweat. Which was not unlike my love of making good guys sweat, just by very different means.

I know karate, and like two other Japanese words - T-SHIRT

We stood there, the three of us, our jaws firmly planted on the floor. Aunt Lil recovered first. She nudged me with her elbow and said with a cackle of delight, "I think you guys should make some more of those brownies, 'cause that boy looks hungry.