Be Nice, Be Nice, Until It's Time

Somehow I Think Trophy Wives Wear More Makeup And Less Cutlery. But Hey, I Haven't Ever Met A Trophy Wife, Maybe I'm Wrong. Maybe They Know What I Know, That The True Way To A Man's Heart Is Six Inches Of Metal Between His Ribs.

Put Any Woman In An Area Run Mostly By Men And Rumors Will Fly. Unless You Make It Very Clear That You Are Off Limits, There Is Also A Certain Competitiveness That Sets In. Some Men Are Either Trying To Run You Out Of Town Or Get Into Your Pants. They Don't Seem To Know Any Other Way To Deal With A Woman. If You're Not A Sexual Object, You're A Threat.

I Didn't Want To Understand. Bert Had Been Thrilled That The Police Wanted To Put Me On Retainer. He Told Me I Would Gain Valuable Experience Working With The Police. All I Had Gained So Far Was A Wider Variety Of Nightmares.

That Was The Problem With Loving People: It Made You Weak. It Made You Need Them. It Made The Thought Of Not Having Them The Worst Thing In The World.

I Hated Missing The End Of Anything. I Was Always Convinced That The Bit I'd Miss Would Be The Best Part.