The Part About Me Being

It Wasn't About Wanting To Die Or Having Nothing Left To Live For; It Was About Letting Go. You Live Your Life Doing What You're Supposed To Do, Following The Rules, Following Your Conscience No Matter What Your Gut Tells You - And Most Times, That's Okay. Control Is Good. It Allows You To Believe In Certainty And Absolutes, Like Lining Up The Perfect Shot. But When You Hold On For So Long, And Hold On So Tight, Every Once In A While You Have To Close Your Eyes And Jump." Kelley Armstrong - Exit Strategy

I Got To Eavesdrop At A Window. As Clay Said, I Did Have Another Option. I Could Wait In The Car And Let Them Fill Me In Later. So, Eavesdropping It Was.

Tori Joined Us For Dinner --in Body, At Least. She Spent The Meal Practicing For A Role In The Next Zombie Movie, Expressionless, Methodically Moving Fork To Mouth, Sometimes Even With Food On It.

What's The Woman Doing There?" He Asked. "covering A Scratch On The Hood. She Was Cheaper Than A New Paint Job." He Flipped Through A Few More Pages Of Barely Dressed Women And Classic Cars. "nick Used To Have Magazines Like This When We Were Kids. But Without The Cars." He Rotated A Photo Sideways. "or The Bathing Suits.

Hello, Aaron," Brigid Said, Sliding Up To Him And Running A Finger Down His Chest. "you're Looking Good . . . As Always." Aaron Lifted Her Finger Off His Shirt And Let It Drop. "put Some Clothing On, Brigid." She Smiled Up At Him. "why? Tempted?" "yeah, To Cover My Eyes.