But he said nothing more. This wasn't one of their silly teases, where if he waited long enough, she'd take the bait, hang herself. And...

Of that, I'm guilty. Influence of what, though? I'll tell you shortly. 'Take a read of this - great writing; great rhythm' Is what Mr...

What was it about the smile she wore on her face or the beat tapping out of her lipstick-red painted toes that made him think it was okay...