The Tension Between Us Kicked Up A

So Far I’m Not Seeing A Lot Of Difference Between Me And A Carnival Con-man.

Sydney Sighed And Stood Up, Smoothing Her Rumpled Clothes With Dismay. ʺi Need A Coffee Shop Or Something.ʺ ʺi Think I Saw One In A Cave Down The Road,ʺ I Said. That Almost Got A Smile From Her

Howʹd You Get Here?ʺ I Asked. She Winked. ʺyouʹre Not The Only Ones Who Can Steal Cars. Or, In My Case, Get People To ‘willinglyʹ Lend Them.

I Don’t Know How You Do It. You Aren’t Even Blond. I Mean, Maybe A Little, But Mostly You’re A Brunette. I Just Don’t See Guys Going For That.” “yeah, Well, Some People Are Into Kinky Stuff, I Guess.

If Someone Had Asked Who Could Stage The Best Intervention With A Crazy Woman Who Had Formerly Been An Undead Monster, Sydney Sage Would Have Been My Last Guess.