Al was looking at me in disbelief. “Not your lover?” “No.” “But he is Rachel candy,” Al said, his confusion too honest to be faked.

Rache,” he said, trying to get into my line of sight. “What more do you need? God to send a telegram?" (Jenks)

Tinks titties Rache Jenks

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.

I grew up reading SF in the 70s and 80s, and I like fast, thought-provoking plots that take you places in fully realized worlds.

You are the devil to talk to, Rachel," he said curtly. "Will you shut up and listen?

It was a nice bit of blackmail that kept him off my back, but he refused to take the message that I wasn’t going to work for him. ’Course, that might be my fault…since I seemed unable to say no when he waved enough money at me.