Luck Is Luck ... What We Do

Men Didn't Respect Beauty...they Used It.

Roarke: The Bodies Of The Three Men Were Found Floating In The Chattahoochee River. Eve: I Think It'd Be Embarrassing To Be Dead In The Hoochie-coochie River. Roarke: Chattahoochee Eve: What's The Difference? Roarke: Quite A Bit, I'd Think.

Eve-"in The Name Of All That Is Holy...it's 2060, Not 1760. Can't They Figure Out A Better Way To Handle This Process?" Roarke-"amen

Alone In Her Shelter, She Allowed Herself Tears. When Her Shelter Cooled To The Touch She Called To Gull, “coming Out!” She Eased Her Head Out Into The Smoky Air, Looked Over At Gull. She Imaged They Both Looked Like A Couple Of Sweaty, Parboiled Turtles Climbing Out Of Their Shells. “hello, Gorgeous.” She Laughed. It Hurt Her Throat, But She Laughed. “hey, Handsome.

Can You Stand A Little Closer?" "hmm?" "you Smell Good. I Like To Smell You.