Today He Wore A Burnt-orange Shirt, Black

I Do Interviews And Signings And Readings And All Of These People Just Hang Off My Every Word. And Then I Go Home And Have Dinner With My Family And Nobody Lets Me Get A Word In.

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.

I Tend To Watch A Lot Of Movies At Home. It's Nice To Be Close To The Refrigerator With My Pyjamas On And Just Relax.

I Can't Believe You Jokers Fixed It." Hi Was Picking His Way Down To The Beach. "believe It, Clown. Too Much Brain Power Here To Fail." Still Pumped, Shelton Threw Another Palm Ben's Way. "oh, I'm Sure." Hi Streched, Yawned. "it Was Something Highly Technical, I Suppose? Something Requiring Mechanical Ability? Nothing As Simple As Tightening A Wire Or Flippin A Switch, Right?" Ben Reddened. Shelton Developed An Intrest In His Sneakers. Score One For Hi.

An Elite Confederacy Of Nerds. My Peeps