Publisher's Synopsis
"The massive Hancock Center sat erect as a prescient cat...its glass and steel eyes monitored...the yuppie trendsetters in the chic spots at its feet."
"Cloning could not be fiercely debated in this neighborhood..."
She gulped, hiccupped and snickered. "Love only bruises, bites--scrapes and burns. Who's ready for that?"
"Hey, you got it. I'm the 49ers...always exciting to watch and always high scoring," boasted Kurt, flexing his biceps. "Always on the hustle, baby."
Erik lifted himself halfway from his seat. He bent over and kissed Jorie on the forehead. She looked at him wide eyed. "What's that for?" she asked.
"Forever and ever."
"Will this be an honor...to wear the same shorts all the other sluts have worn?"
"...everything we were taught growing up about...building a résumé...is wrong, untrue."
"If this is the real world...it really knocks you on your ass--doesn't it, honey?"
