I wipe my mouth and hands, feed Cujo some yo scraps in aid of bonding and walk to the newsstand and steal some of yesterday’s newspapers.

omiGAWD.

I can sense whether than see

Should that be "rather than see"?

I could kiss him.(He’s done worse)

Hee! Then again, so has Bayliss. I'm lovin' this, Erika!

I sleep easily that morning. For once....I mean, without the Princess or Dru to...help me pass the time.

Oh my!

Erika, so much fun! Keep going baby.

Why'd I write "whether"...possibly trying to decide between two thoughts? Calli, thanks. I wrote it that way cause there's a scene in Homicide: A Year on The Killing Streets...(otherwise known as The Book to many scary Homicide fans, who have a frightening "In the Beginning was the word" kind of relationship therewith...almost "my precious", huh?) Well, there's a scene where an old-timer's getting ready to leave after a bunch of years. And his younger partner says "You know what I'll always remember about you?"

And the older guy says no telling.

"When it was our first time, you were real gentle, Don. A lot of guys would have just taken what they wanted, but not you. I'll never forget you for that."

The older guy, if memory serves, the main inspiration for Stanley, not to be outdone, says "You made it easy. You didn't scream."
Which is Homicide talk for "I learned a lot from you. Thanks." And "You're welcome." But they get the Hoyay...your partner is your bunky or your bunk. Which is why posts about Ff make me blink sometimes. And I do think AYOTKS kicks all kinds of ass, just not enough to be The Book. Thanks, everyone. David Simon likes long, gritty carrots.

Connie - bring on the pain. Poor confused Angel.

KAY

One morning I’m a little slow getting started.(Ok, so I had that dream about Pierce Brosnan and the giant flat of strawberries. Arrest me.) Anyway, Wesley’s ready ahead of me, which almost never happens. He’s looking somber, which almost always happens. Cordy’s poking all the donuts, looking for the one she likes, which, any given day? 50/50 shot. “Would you mind not fondling all of those? Other people might want some, too.”

“Are you sure?” Cordy says. “Women your age have problems metabolizing carbs.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got old age and treachery on my side...which, speaking of, give me a dime.”

“A dime?”

“Yeah, one of those little flat things that weigh down your purse.”

“ I don’t know why. You and Gunn just keep putting money in the curse jar anyway.” But she hands me the coin. She might be all right after all, in spite of herself.

“Why didn’t you tell anybody about this?” Wesley says, waving some little bit of paper around. Oh, crap, I think, but don’t say, he’s found one.

“It’s no big deal,” I say. “Just a kind of tribute thing. Tommy did it to me...before he uh... did it to me.Stan did it to the Munchkin. Ten years in, I get dimes, huh?”

“Not that. This.” He really wants me to look at this bullshit. Sighing, I give in.Kind of like me and Pierce.

‘Prepare to Die’ I read, “Junk mail’s getting really obnoxious nowadays.”

“ You could be in very grave danger.” Wesley says.

“Yeah, I could get shot or something....no, wait, that happened already. It’s all right, Wesley, the kind of twitch that does stuff like this does it because he can’t do anything else.They’re like...impotent. I’m safe as houses, huh?”

“I’d feel better if you stayed somewhere else for the time being, all right? Go home with Cordelia tonight.”

“No!” Cordy says, then she sees my look and says “ I’m sure Detective Howard can handle herself."

(Ok, so I had that dream about Pierce Brosnan and the giant flat of strawberries. Arrest me.)

wibble...

The dime thing is ringing a bell, but I can't quite remember the context. 'Splain, please?

It’s all right, Wesley, the kind of twitch that does stuff like this does it because he can’t do anything else.They’re like...impotent.

Heh. Makes me wish that Munch was eavesdropping.

Stanley used to ask the Munchkin for quarters because he had 25 years in as a cop(well Worden in AYOKS did that all the time, Stanley did it once.) It's a respect thing...it took the squad months to put it together...why a quarter? Especially, if he caught his partner slacking. Reading "Rolling Stone" iirc. I'm guessing, Anne, that the Munchkin will hear the impotency spiel eventually. Or Kay will find out it's him and crack up laughing.

Ah! Thanks, Erika.

I figured that's something she's been waiting for a chance at.