Nothing kills a party like an oversize metal hedgehog.

He said, 'Yeah, but will I get chicks? In truckloads?

I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.

So how was it?" she asked. "Kissing Curran?" "I can't let him kiss me again, because if he does, I'll sleep with him." Andrea blinked. "Well," she said finally, "At least you know where you stand.

I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.

Andrea raised her hand. “This is the hand that slapped Aunt B.” “Maybe you should have it gold-plated.” “Here, you can touch it, since you’re my best friend.

I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer.