Wherever these boys are finding their denim, I want a lifetime membership to their mailing catalog.

So, she sings like an angel, plays like the devil, pitches championships, and slays amusement park games. Is there anything you can't do?

Are you hitting on me, Mathers?""Yes. I don't know. Maybe. Why? Is it working?

So that's that, then. You don't want me.""Oh, I want you. Never doubt that. But now isn't the right time. So I'm going to turn around, walk through that door" -his mouth twitches in the corner- "and pretend to sleep while replaying that kiss until I give up and drown myself in a cold shower.

What comes to mind when you think of Clay Coolidge?"(...)"Sex appeal, boozehound, makes love to the mic, rock star, stadium filler.

Still, I'm drawn to him. Annoyingly drawn. Like a bruised and wayward moth flying into a flickering light bulb.

And that, boys and girls, is the story of how stone-cold Annie Mathers found her lady parts.