Hey, a guy can hope. I mean, it’s not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.” “That’s true,” I said. “Maybe I can put a sign out front that says, ‘ATTENTION ALL GIRLS: FREE HELP HERE.’” “‘ATTENTION ALL HOT GIRLS,’” he corrected, straightening up. “Right,” I said, trying not to roll my eyes. “That’s an important distinction.” He pointed at me with the pool stick. “Speaking of hot, I like that uniform.” This time, I did roll my eyes.

Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.

This is politics. People in power never have to play by the same rules.

There's a guy chasing me!" I called as I headed out the door.

He stepped forward and punched Dorian in the face, hard enough that I heard a thwack. "Ow," moaned Dorian, wincing from the pain. "My greatest asset.

I think I’ve got something else to help center my life.

None of you appreciate me. Why is it so hard to believe that I could make a real contribution in these dark rimes?