Were really screwed up, aren't we?""In a very large way.

It was M-m-moe and Shorty,” I said. “Damn, I can’t stopshaking.”“Adrenaline burn-off,” Ranger said. “It’s normal.”“Why aren’t you sh-sh-shaking?”“I’m not normal.

Cute? I think my testosterone level just dropped- Ranger

Ranger was definitely wow. He stood half a head taller than me. He was perfectly toned muscle, and he had classic Latino good looks. He always smelled great. He dressed only in black. His eyes were dark. His hair was dark. His life was dark. Ranger had lots of secrets.

Ten minutes passed before his (Ranger's) Mercedes appeared at the end of the street, gliding through the rain, sleek and sinister, water not daring to adhere to the paint finish.