Throw them out. Do something. I really, really want to quit smoking this time around.” TJ grabbed the pack of cigarettes and ‘shot’ them into t...e garbage can as if he were shooting a basketball. “Do you? You tried every other time, and inevitably failed. Sarah, I want to help you, but this time you have to listen to me. Every single time I tried to lend my supportive suggestions, you ignored me.” “All you say is ‘mind over matter’ this, ‘mind over matter’ that, but you don’t even fucking. My mother has her own fears. I'm not afraid. I don't expect you to marry me or anything like that. It will be enough for me if you just treat me nice while we're together." I can do that, and I will. I promise. Where do you want to stop for lunch? How about Santa Monica, for some shrimp?" Shrimp? Sounds good. How far is it? I'm already pretty hungry."We drove over to Santa Monica and had a real nice lunch, sitting outdoors where we could see the ocean. We didn't hurry, so it was after four. As a matter of fact, I am releasing the check to her favorite charity tomorrow morning." I didn't tell them that Senatorial candidate Tommy Thompson would be at the ceremony as well. No sense having a throng show up, then again maybe it would be good to have the two film producers on the scene. They could help with the publicity; they had sure gotten the shootout a lot of coverage."We really aren't here to discuss last week's news. We came to get some background information on Maxine. Marty. I wriggled a little, the tickle more than I could handle. I spoke then, without giving it any thought. "Substance. Not size, so much."George grinned at me across the table. "Not size?" Style, George, is everything."He turned back. "You heard her, Michael. You have any substantial, sylish, solid meat?"Michael was a swarthy European looking type. One of those guys who always looks at though he hadn't bothered to shave. I was a little surprised to see his face go bright red, before he ran off.