Ranger Smiled. 'you Want Me To Be

As Long As He Has A House With Two Bathrooms. I Swear To God, I Don't Care If He's Jack The Ripper.

[ranger] "how's Your Mental Health?" He Asked. "i Heard About Soder." [stephanie] "i'm Rattled." "i Have A Cure." Oh, Boy. He Put The Truck In Gear And Headed For The Exit. "i Know What You're Thinking," He Said. "and That Wasn't Where I Was Going. I Was Going To Suggest Work." "i Knew That." He Looked Over At Me And Grinned. "you Want Me Bad." I Did. God Help Me.

Okay, Take A Deep Breath, I Told Myself. Don't Go All Hormonal. Get The Facts Straight. Have A Mental Doughnut.

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.