“Get a better job, Harve. Ask for a raise. Good Lord, we aren’t living. We’re existing!” — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“I looked at her. She wore a very tight and tiny two-piece orange bathing swimsuit that inadequately covered the overplump body I'd been using… — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“Get a better job, Harve. Ask for a raise. Good Lord, we aren’t living. We’re existing!” — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“She was about eighteen, wearing a two-piece red bathing suit. She had blonde hair and she was really built, so when she ran you… — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“The sign was done in blue lights and it kind of hung like a ghost there in the dripping trees. It swung and you… — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“The one real woman you want just doesn't exist. She's a dream you have to live with. Reaching, reaching, reaching - but never touching.” — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“Watch for when he goes,” she whispered. “Then come over to my bedroom. I’ll be waiting, darling. Run!” — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“She looked like a vixen, and that’s what she was; she had all the instincts of a female fox. She was the proverbial predatory… — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“His voice went flat. “They criticized me,” he said. “The criticized me for the way I went about things, my dreams.” His voice became… — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“She was like steel. It was in her eyes, and in her voice, and in the fine, shining look of her. From the sparkling… — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
“She looked slick as hell; polished, neat, and with that feminine deadliness that can drive you nuts. They work on it till they get… — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
