I Have A Cotillion Event. Some Yacht-club

Many Fiction Writers Who Put The Science In Dont Get It Right.

Amazing.” Hi Stripped Off His Shirt, Wrung It Out. “score One For Your Honker.” “thanks, I Think.” I Cocked My Chin At Hi’s Substantial Midsection. “nice Abs.” “yeah, I Work Out Twice A Month. No Expectations. But Stop Hitting On Me, It’s Embarrassing.

Ben Locked His Eyes On Mine For A Long Moment. Then, “how?” “how Do You Think?” I Smiled, Then Slapped Him Full Across The Face

An Elite Confederacy Of Nerds. My Peeps

Today He Wore A Burnt-orange Shirt, Black Pants, And A Tie That Looked Like A Street Fight At The South End Of The Color Wheel.