I sort of got off on making bad guys sweat. Which was not unlike my love of making good guys sweat, just by very different means.

He had threatened my parents. I had to remember that. Still, it was really hard to stay mad at a wounded naked man.

Men were weird. Especially men made of tempered steel and fire and perpetual darkness. Or men with penises. Either way

He turned the corner and flipped me off at the same time. See? Men could multitask. I was so proud of him.