“Jared told her he used to be an exotic dancer in San Francisco.''My body is a gift from God,' Jared said gravely. 'Except for my hips, which are clearly a gift from the devil.”

“One of the lambs fixed its attention on Jared. “Baa,” it flirted. “Boo,” said Jared.“Oh my God, Jared. Don’t tough-talk the lambs.”"It was giving me a funny look.”

“Wealth is a gift from God, and pride is bequeathed to us from the devil.”

“I followed Jared outside and eyes the slick, black beauty parked on the curb. “What is that?” Jared sighed. “It’s a Vulcan.” “Weird. I thought it was a motorcycle.” I smiled, but Jared didn’t find the humor in my words. I put up my hand and separated my fingers into a ‘V’. “Live long and…no?” I shook my head, seeing that Jared was in no mood for jokes.”

“The body is not a task to be completed but a gift we receive from God himself.”

“If you weren’t there, how do you know someone pushed her?” Sergeant Kenn asked.“Well …,” said Jared.“And what were you doing, running through a strange town at night?”“I was jogging?” Jared offered.“Without your shirt or your shoes?”“Uh,” said Jared.”