“This looks good." "That's Metamucil," Bricker said with disgust, snatching it from her hand. "So?" She turned to scowl at him. "What's wrong with Metamucil?" "It's--" He glanced at the container and read, "A dietary supplement." "That sounds healthy," she said, trying to grab it back. "Eshe," he said, his disgust giving way to amusement. "It's what old mortals take to get regular." "To get regular what?" she asked, and then poked him in the stomach, hard. The moment Bricker bent over with an "oomph," she snatched the container back and repeated, "Regular what?" "Crap," he gasped, clutching his stomach. "I didn't hit you that hard," she said with some disgust of her own. "No." He sighed, straightening. "I meant that's what they get regulated. Crap." Eshe dropped the can in dismay. "They buy crap?” BrickerEshe Book:Born to Bite Source: Born to Bite
“Sitting in a van twiddling my thumbs while you bone up is one thing, but attacking her? No way." "Bone up?" Cale asked uncertainly. "Get a boner," the man explained, and then added, "Or an erection to those of us too damned old to know modern lingo... not to mention be able to judge character anymore.” Bricker Book:Hungry For You Source: Hungry For You