You Would Make A Very Ugly Woman"

Far Below Ran The Silver Ribbon Of The East River, Braceleted By Shining Bridges, Flecked By Boats As Small As Flyspecks, Splitting The Shining Banks Of Light That Were Manhattan And Brooklyn On Either Side.

It Is Easier To Confront A Threat As A Mass, A Group, Not Individuals Who Must Be Evaluated One By One.

Beautiful Girls Should Know How To Defend Themselves Against The Advances Of Gentlemen.

And Then You'd Turn To Me And Smile That Funny Smile, And I Know You'd Forgotten All About Me And Just Remembered -- But I Was Never Mad At You. Half Of Your Attention Is Better Than All Of Anyone Else's.

Simon Turned To Jordan, Who Was Lying Down Across The Futon, His Head Propped Against One Of The Woven Throw Pillows. "how Much Of That Did You Hear?" "enough To Gather That We're Going To A Party Tonight," Said Jordan. "i Heard About The Ironworks Event. I'm Not In The Garroway Pack, So I Wasn't Invited." "i Guess You're Coming As My Date Now." Simon Shoved The Phone Back Into His Pocket. "i'm Secure Enough In My Masculinity To Accept That," Said Jordan. "we'd Better Get You Something Nice To Wear, Though," He Called As Simon Headed Back Into His Room. "i Want You To Look Pretty.