Doode,” George said.He’d practiced all morning but still didn’t get it quite right. “Nope, more u, less oo. Duuude.””Dude.””Dude.””Okay, dude.” George nodded. “How’s it hanging?” Jack asked. “How am I supposed to answer that?” George...

. . . in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the...

When left unsatisfied, lust becomes violence.

What do you call someone who watches you in your private moments? They used to be called a pervert, but now they’re called an NSA agent.