As he stood up and gathered his attaché case and notebook, I reminded him that it had already been three weeks -- and counting.

Sir, don’t make a bigger fool out of yourself because I promise you, if my car is not here when I leave service today . . . just pray for rapture.

When you can’t reach the standards of another’s heart you must ask yourself,
"What value do I put on my soul that I would subject myself to such rejection?

Not only did I manage to accidentally meet the man I’m investigating, I managed to accidentally have sex with him.

But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.

Loving someone is way easier than un-loving them…. jh