“Are you sitting here in the dark trying to waylay men?" Jane asked Suzie, joining her on the porch.

“Worse things could happen," Suzie said with a dazzling smile. "So who was he?"

“You don't want to even consider it, Suzie," Shelley said. "He's Robert Stonecipher and he's a prize bastard."

“Stonecipher," Suzie mused. "I've heard of him, I think. An attorney, isn't he? Well, he might have enough money to take me away from the dizzying whirl of selling girdles for a living."

“Probably not," Jane said. "He's got a wife and, I hear, a girlfriend."

“A girlfriend?" Shelley asked. "Who?”

“My source didn't know," Jane answered. "Oh, wait. He's the PCA, isn't he?" Suzie asked.

“PCA?"

“Politically Correct Asshole," Suzie said. "The one who's always trying to push weird stuff through the town council?"

“Right," Jane said. "Cat leash laws. No smoking anywhere, ever. Widening all the roads to provide running and biking lanes—"

“—four handicapped parking places at every place of business, twenty-mile-an-hour speed zones throughout the whole of the town—" Shelley added.

“—and full nutritional information on all restaurant menus," Suzie said. "I remember the slugfest over that one. If I wanted to eat healthy crap, which I don't, I'd stay home and fix it. Oh, and the crusade about the R-rated videos? He wanted to outlaw their rentals."

“You mean X-rated?" Shelley asked.

“No, I do not. There's all sorts of rules about X-rated. He wanted to make it a criminal offense to rent an R-rated movie. Jeez! If it weren't for R-rated movies, I'd have no sex life at all!"