That was last year, when I was seventeen. Why change a line that still worked?"I didn't..." the man started to say when he saw Mickey's fist ready to ...trike. He shut his trap real fast."What do you want to do, Sis?" Mickey asked. (In case you haven't guessed, Sis is a code word that I taught him to say.)"We'll take him to the nearest police station. Give me your car keys, Mister," I said, holding out my hand."Can't we ... I know what you want ... I'm a respectable citizen ... you have nothing. I want us happy. We never celebrated Tony’s Nationals performance. We need to do that.”“This weekend,” Melody affirmed. “Now, I want you all to know that I don’t consider sex a cure for everything...”“But you’re horny?” I offered.“Worse than that. I’m ready to explode.” We all laughed. Talk about thinking with your little head. I had visions of the night Melody found out her father was sick in Minneapolis and Allison volunteered to be used in any way Melody needed. Lissa and I nearly didn’t get. ‘Fuck me. Fast. Hard. Just do it.’ He did. As I was reaching a second, intense orgasm, he had his. He was almost spasmodic. He lay there on top of me for a while, breathing heavily but otherwise not moving. Then he rolled off. ‘That was intense. Not much planning. Not artful, but intense,’ he said. ‘Who are you, the sex critic for the Inquirer? Sometimes you just have to go with your passion, let your instinct take over. Don’t you ever do anything without planning?’ ‘Not if I can help it.’ I. " "You have friends." "I am your friend, and my boss is also."This is sounding somewhat familiar. The television. "It's a Wonderful Life," is still on. "You are going to tell me that you are my guardian angel, next," I say, laughing."Yes," she says, "I am glad you accept that fact." "According to the manual," she says pointing to a book, "convincing a person that you are guardian angel can be the hardest part." Wait a minute," I say, "I never said that I believed that you are an angel." .