“She looked slick as hell; polished, neat, and with that feminine deadliness that can drive you nuts. They work on it till they get complete control of the situation. There's no use trying to break them down. They've made it.” — 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
