Why Not The Bahamas? Or The Corn

After The Bitching I'd Done To Abe About Going To Remote, Crappy Places, I Should Have Been Excited About The Prospect Of Going To Sin City.

And Here I Thought You Had A Soft Spot For Reckless Young Girls.

Why Are You Hanging Around, Then? Aren't You Worried About Getting Hit?" "aw, You'd Never Hurt Me. My Face Is Too Pretty.

She Says You're Not Awake Until You're Actually Out Of Bed And Standing Up.

How?" I Demanded. "how Could You Have Screwed This One Up?" "when I Got In, They Said The Manager Was On The Phone And Would Be A Few Minutes. So, I Sat Down And Ordered A Drink." This Time, I Did Lean My Forehead Against The Steering Wheel. "what Did You Order?" "a Martini." "a Martini." I Lifted My Head. "you Ordered A Martini Before A Job Interview." "it's A Bar, Sage. I Figured They'd Be Cool With It.