Ranger clicked his penlight on. "Hang onto me if you can't see." I curled my hand into the back of his cargo pants just above his gun belt. "I'm good to go." He was still for a beat. "You could have held on to my jacket," he said. "Would you rather I do that?" "No. Not even a little.

Truth is, I'm a good Catholic girl. The faith has always been elusive, but the guilt is intractable.

Men are like shoes. Some fit better than others. And sometimes you go out shopping and there's nothing you like. And then, as luck would have it, the next week you find two that are perfect, but you don't have the money to buy both."-

I like my nuts," Mooner said. "I don't want them cut off. I'd be, like, nutless then.

A woman's never too old to make an idiot of herself. It goes along with equality of the sexes and potty parity.

From the look on your face, I'd say you know him." I nodded. "Sold him a cannoli when I was in high school." Connie grunted. "Honey, half of all the women in New Jersey have sold him their cannoli

I could use some help with an FTA. What's your problem? He's old, and I'll look like a loser if I shoot him.