"Not in your precinct," she murmured cheerfully in his ear. It wouldn't! Bill was not a torture type guy!

"You know...I don't think about the math much anymore. I have to stop, and think slowly to explain it all!" This was a smokey, dingy little place wasn't it? It would bleed money if she had anything to say about it. "Might want to order the expensive beer. The cheap stuff here might kill you..."