No I said I’m fine with the alone time. Gives me a chance to work on my novel.

typing “It was a wet night, like always. There was a knock on the door, so I said ‘Come in.’ A sultry voice came back, ‘I can’t come in. I’m a clam, and I don’t have legs.’ I felt my instincts tingle. ‘Well then how did you knock?’ ‘With my tongue,’ she said. Call me a sucker, but right then I knew I’d take the case.”