And When I Was In The Trunk,

I Took The Stool Next To Him, Raising An Eyebrow At The Coffee And Cruller On The Counter. "thought You Weren't Into Internal Pollution," I Said. Lately Ranger'd Been On A Health Food Thing. "props," Ranger Told Me. "didn't Want To Look Out Of Place." I Didn't Want To Burst His Fantasy Bubble, But The Only Time Ranger Wouldn't Look Out Of Place Would Be Standing In A Lineup Between Rambo And Batman.

Fine. Let Ranger Get Someone Else. Trust Me, You Don't Want To Be Out Looking For A Parking Place On Sloane In The Middle Of The Night." I Won't Have To Look For A Parking Place. Tank's Picking Me Up. Your Working With A Guy Name Tank? He's Big. Jesus, Morelli Said. I Had To Fall In Love With A Woman Who Works With A Guy Named Tank. You Love Me? Of Course I Love You. I Just Don't Want To Marry You.

Now That We Know You're Not A Hundred Percent Vampire You Should Stop Trying To Suck Necks," I Said To Ziggy. "i'll Try," Ziggy Said, "but It's A Hard Habit To Break.

Honey, A Man Can't Keep His Gun In A Cookie Jar. It Just Isn't Done.

He Reached Out, Opened The Glove Compartment, And Took Out A Gun. It Was A Smith & Wesson .38 Five-shot Special. It Looked A Lot Like My Gun. "i Stopped By Your Apartment This Morning And Picked This Up For You," Ranger Said. "i Found It In The Cookie Jar." "tough Guys Always Keep Their Gun In The Cookie Jar." "name One." "rockford." Ranger Grinned. "i Stand Corrected.