He's A Good Man," Ranger Said. "and

As Long As He Has A House With Two Bathrooms. I Swear To God, I Don't Care If He's Jack The Ripper.

Ranger Plays By His Own Set Of Rules, And I Don't Have A Complete Copy.

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.

By About The Sixth Romance I Knew I Wasn't In Exactly The Right Place. I Liked Writing Action. And I Wanted To Write A Book With A Little More Edge Than I Was Allowed In Romance.

Well, Sure, But I Don't Bring God Into It. I Think Shower Massage Might Have Been Invented By The Devil. God Invented The Missionary Position.