Listen Charles, if blondes were poison, I’d have died thirty years ago.

That gun of yours tickles me where I don’t like to be tickled,” she said.

From the way her buttocks looked under the black silk dress, I knew she’d be good in bed. The silk was tight and under it the muscles worked slow and easy. I saw weight there, and control, and, brother, those are things I like in a woman.

That gun of yours tickles me where I don't like to be tickled," she said.

Listen Charles, if blondes were poison, I'd have died thirty years ago.

From the way her buttocks looked under the black silk dress, I knew she'd be good in bed. The silk was tight and under it the muscles worked slow and easy. I saw weight there, and control, and, brother, those are things I like in a woman.

What are they trying to do?” Davison asked. “I never heard of anything like this.”I took my eyes off Ginger’s legs. “Gangsters,” I said.“But they’ve gone out of style,” Davison said. “They don’t have gangsters any more.”“Suppose you go out and tell them that,” I said.

Blood always excites me.

It all came back to something I’d figured out once about the detective business. There were two ways to go along: underground or on top. I never found out which was best. Underground you had the element of surprise on your side, but it was harder to move around. On top you went everywhere, taking cracks at everybody, and everybody taking cracks at you. You had to be tough to play it that way. Well, I was tough.

She said: “I’m so sick of this joint.”“Why?”“No freedom. I can’t go out. I can’t get drunk or gamble or wear swell clothes…”“They look swell to me.”“Shut up, honey. I’m trying to tell you something. I like to dance. I like good restaurants and night clubs, and movies. Here all I’m supposed to do is think about God. It’s getting me down.”“You don’t like God?”“I can take him or leave him.”I laughed.