Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2005 18:23:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Farrell Mc Nulty <brendanchenowith@yahoo.com>
Subject: DETECTIVES LOG - CHAPTER 8 - What a Day for a Daydream

After we finished makin' out, Eddie had the idea to check our place for
bugs. "what...she never went over there." "Yeah, but if she knew where ya
work, she's gotta know where you live, or one of her heinous henchmen
would. Ya never know, this bim might have her ways." Eddie folded his
arms, looked me in the eye and half-whispered through gritted teeth,
"somethin' tells me this is one hell of a hateful harlot". I was really
blown away, not by his theory, so much as just by him. Folded arms, which
scrunch up his broad shoulders, the passion in his eyes, the sturdiness
of his lips while he spoke. He looked at me as if expecting an answer of
some kind, but I was a million miles away. I imagined a black satin cape
on his shoulders, going down his back, parts of which would be shiny
depending on the sort of light it took onto, moon, sun, a bulb, you name
it, to about mid-thigh.

Oh, yeah, this kid is one killer superhero, the way he just leaps into
action. The best thing about our little scrapes of earlier on was just
watchin' him through it all. He's a great fighter, a real ally, a real
true protector. Bullets that woulda wiped me out were sort of split
between us two, like God was makin' sure we'd both stayed alive. If we
ain't met, could we have carried on by ourselves, each of us on one side
of the city, each of us guarding this town like a couple of sentries. Ya
know, we maybe coulda gone on by ourselves, but that there's all water
under the bridge, now, ain't it.

This beautiful hunk of muscle with a shimmering black cape catching a
breeze and just sort of flowin' all around him, wrappin' him up in
somethin' - God this was beautiful. He kept callin' out to me like a
chant or somethin' "Boss-Man, Boss-Man" Now he was wearing a mask and
peerin' out from the eye holes, still, "boss-man?" He seemed to be
gettin' closer, "are you okay?"

Right then and there I blinked, "uh, what?" I forgot where I was. It was
like I'd been knocked out. I regained my senses. There was no cape and
mask, but I sure as shootin' wouldn't-a minded if there was, boy, I tell
ya.

"you all right? what was the matter, what were ya starin' at?" I laughed
at myself, put my arm around him as we started walkin'. "Kid, you
wouldn't believe me for nuthin' in a million years. Lemme ask ya this,
though, ya ever dress up for halloween or anythin'?" "Huh?"