The girls head went high. There could be but one suitable reply to your assertion, Mr. Clayton, she said icily, and I regret that I am not a man, that I might make it. She turned quickly and entered t...
You aren't a hitter, are you?He stared down, confused. You mean will I hit you?Yes. I know that some men are.No. Never. He gathered her back in and held her tight. Never.Good. I didn't think you were....
To each his own, I supposed, and I had more important things, like my impending death, to worry about.