You've Been Busy Using Your Breaking And

Ranger Declined The Butterscotch Pudding, Not Wanting To Disrupt The Consistency Of His Blood Sugar Level. I Had Two Puddings And Coffee, Choosing To Keep My Pancreas At Peak Performance. Use It Or Lose It Is My Philosophy.

I Pulled Into The Grand Union Parking Lot And Drove To The End Of The Mall Where The Bank Was Located. I Parked At A Safe Distance From Other Cars, Exited The Bmw, And Set The Alarm. You Want Me To Stay With The Car In Case Someone's Riding Around With A Bomb In His Backseat Looking For A Place To Put It?" Lula Asked. Not Necessary. Ranger Says The Car Has Sensors." Ranger Give You A Car With Bomb Sensors? The Head Of The Cia Don't Even Have A Car With Bomb Sensors. I Hear They Give Him A Stick With A Mirror On The End Of It.

Here's A Basic Difference Between Morelli And Me. My First Thought Was Always Of Cake. His First Thought Was Always Of Sex. Don't Get Me Wrong. I Like Sex . . . A Lot. But It's Never Going To Replace Cake.

Mrs. Zuppa Was Coming In From Bingo Just As I Was Leaving The Building. "looks Like You're Going To Work," She Said, Leaning Heavily On Her Cane. "what Are You Packin'?" "a Thirty-eight." "i Like A Nine-millimeter Myself." "a Nine's Good." "easier To Use A Semiautomatic After You've Had Hip Replacement And You Walk With A Cane," She Said. One Of Those Useful Pieces Of Information To File Away And Resurrect When I Turn Eighty-three.

Cute? I Think My Testosterone Level Just Dropped - Ranger