There was nothing like a trip to the gynecologist to make one feel just a little violated. Charley

Pretending to drink coffee was similar to faking an orgasm.

In a moment of sheer terror, I realized I couldn't feel my brain. It was there just a minute ago. Maybe I really was dead. "Do I look dead to you?

He seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.

.. an emergency stash of Thin Mints. Frickin' Girl Scouts. Those things were way to addictive. They had to be laced with crack." Charlie Davidson Fourth Grave Beneath my Feet

I stood and walked around the desk so I could stand over him. Menacingly. Like Darth Vader, only with better lung capacity.

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