Subject: Urgent Security Notification!

From: "Fifth Third Bank" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2007 17:24:38 -0500 (EST)

(I wonder if that means they'll have to eat him when he's dead? crew abner It was a graduation photograph, of course.

She stood in the doorway, holding a bottle of champagne wrapped in a strip of towelling. The cop was looking towards the house. He had a rumbling Midwestern voice, roughened by cigarettes. Fuck longhand. Don't cut anything more off me. He replaced the receiver slowly, a line from an old Roger Miller song occurring to him and seeming to make a certain senseless sense: No phone, no pool, no pets. "He rolled back to the door and looked out at the corridor — but now that the marks were gone he felt no urge to go farther or dare more today. avis