My Rule Is: The Second You Find

The Cast Of Hamlet Had Not Moved Much. They Had That Haunted Yet Hopeful Look In Their Eyes, Like The Ones You See In Photographs Of People Crammed Into Steerage Compartments, Traveling To Some New, Unknown Land.

Tired, But Not The Kind Of Tired That Sleep Fixes.

Were You Playing With Stuart?" She Asked. The Question Was Loaded. I Was A Filthy, Filthy Woman, And Even The Five-year-old Knew It.

Which Is Both Gross And Breathtakingly Romantic. He Could Always Have Just Gone Upstairs And Brushed His Teeth, But He Stayed And Lurked By The Fish For Me.

She Couldn't Take Her Eyes Off The Boxers. Mostly, She Had A View Of The Back, But He Turned Halfway When He Looked Over. She Commanded Herself Not To Look At The Front Flap, Which, Of Course, Was Exactly What She Honed In On. He Spit And Put His Mouth Under The Tap To Get Some Water. All While Just Wearing Underwear. All While She Just Stared At The Crucial Spot Of The Action Pants.