The More You Reason The Less You

The Streets Were Dark With Something More Then Night.

Tall, Aren't You?" She Said. "i Didn't Mean To Be." Her Eyes Rounded. She Was Puzzled. She Was Thinking. I Could See, Even On That Short Acquaintance, That Thinking Was Always Going To Be A Bother To Her.

Mostly I Just Kill Time," He Said, "and It Dies Hard.

I Like Smooth Shiny Girls, Hardboiled And Loaded With Sin.

I Hung Up. It Was A Good Start, But It Didn’t Go Far Enough. I Ought To Have Locked The Door And Hidden Under The Desk.