Munch always had weird friends, she thought, not excepting herself. He said it kept him from being "co-opted by the Establishment" or something. Kay could tell him outsider status was nothing to write home about.

(gurgling with joy)

She was like a painting. Part thin blue line, part Botticelli.

erika keeps breaking me, damnit.

panting, waiting for more

Thanks. I'll have you know that is one of 10 artist names I know(eight if you don't want one that ends in -net.) So happy I picked the right one! Which I'm guessing I did, huh?(oops, starting to pick up Kay's habit.Not as bad as right after I read "Bridget Jones" though. That was v.v. bad for my writing for about a week.)Marty, thank you. Guys don't tell me that very often.;)

HA! erika, allow me to introduce sfmarty, aka, Marta, who happens to be my mama in law.

Sorry, Marta. Women don't tell me that often, either, if that makes you feel better. The sign I was born under? Apparently "Next". Nice to meet you and thanks for the compliment...obviously I'm not the detective.

Not to worry. When I changed my name to marty, I didn't know how to spell it for a woman. No big, I am used to mistrakes.

Write more! now!

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting."

"Eh, it's not a big deal. Gave me time to file a class-action suit about these shoes. Or I may just use my gun...I haven't decided."

Whistler smiled. She was more approachable than he'd expected. "I hate it when that happens. I think they're very sexy...black heels usually are."

"Guys! You're all the same! If I wore these to work, even though those guys know everything about me, I'd still have to fend them off with a nightstick! Cause they're heels. I guess they are sexy though, if you're not into walking...I feel like the world's sexiest amputee."

"They do look like they'd be hard to fight evil in, though."

She laughed again. She had a great laugh. "Is that what you think I do? You're not on the Job, are you? And you watch a lot of TV, right?"

He looked a little wounded. "Good and evil are sort of hobbies of mine."

"Remind me if we go out again to introduce you to my friend Tim, OK? He kind of loses me with his philosophy, sometimes. You guys would have a lot to talk about, with the Sartra, and everything."

"Sartra" ought to be "Sartre".

Everything else, oh MAMA, keep it coming. Class action or gun!

I love love love Kay Howard.

"It's Sartre."

" I was in college for a while, but it's been a long time. And I don't get much time to read, anymore. Or wonder what stuff means. And now that I sound like a complete yokel, would you mind if we went somewhere so I can get out of these shoes?"

"Hmm, clothing removal on a first date. Bold strategy, Detective."

"I'm not promising that anything else is coming off. Just so we're clear."

"But not denying, either, I notice. Keeping your options open?"

"Yeah, well, I'm only human, right?"

"Yes,*you* are."

HA!

Dude, you TRUMPED my ass.

That does it. I am so marrying erika, period. Nic will have to lump it.