Riley reminded herself that she was a professional, and stabbing Emerson with her nail file wouldn’t be appropriate.

Omigod. He gave you a car?”
“He said it was an investment in our working relationship. What does that mean?”
“What kind of car is it?”
“A new Porsche.”
“That’s at least oral sex.”
“Be serious!” I said.
“Okay, the truth is . . . It’s beyond oral sex. It could be, you know, butt stuff.”
“I’ll return the car.”
“Stephanie, this is a Porsche!”
“And I think he’s flirting with me, but I’m not sure.

The way I see it, life is a jelly doughnut. You don’t really know what it’s about until you bite into it. And then, just when you decide it’s good, you drop a big glob of jelly on your best T-shirt. My

Truth is, I think naked men are kind of strange looking what with their doodles and ding-dong hanging loose like they do. Nevertheless, there’s the curiosity thing. I guess it’s another one of those car crash experiences, where you feel compelled to look even if you know you’ll be horrified.

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